Flashing back to Christmas’s gone past I think of the 6am wake up calls from older brother and looking bleary eyed around my room to see that he has rearranged all the furniture, well he has been up since 4. Sitting patiently outside our parent’s room door we beg for the 8am admission time to be forgotten. As the clock strikes 8 we burst through, grapping our stockings as we go. Nothing beats that first present on Christmas day. Whether it’s a selection box or new hair clips we know that Santa will have done us proud, strange though how he always puts them in their room and not ours. Bouncing down the stairs we get to the real stuff the big boxes full of hours of fun. Over the years the gifts have changed but our reactions haven’t. New clothes wear promptly escorted up the stairs and let the fashion show commence. Family members were treated to glimpses of new presents as I strutted down the staircase. Many outfits were displayed on that magical day. I had more outfit changes than Katy Perry hosting the EMA’s.
This year however a more demure approach will be taken; as I get up leisurely at 7.55am and stroll along to the stocking presentation (it would be rude not too as Santa keeps bringing them). Downstairs for the present giving I resist the urge to race up and try on new clothes, knowing that it will only slow me down, now that I realise gift opening is a serious business and every moment must be absorbed. Not to worry I still have all evening to stage this years show!
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