Father (and Mother) Christmas
Today is my birthday, and I type this feeling ever-so-groggy following on from the celebrations of my wife Sian’s birthday do last night.
Christmas is always a full on affair for us.
But despite the hangover and the ringing in my ears, I am utterly content. Chowing down on a sausage sandwich Sian has lovingly prepared, and surrounded by torn wrapping paper and birthday cards, I have already begun enjoying another magical Christmas – made all the more special by the fact that my parents, Bam and Pops, are here to play too.
It is the first time either of them have been to the Caribbean, and they have always been amazing at visiting Sian and I on our adventures. They are utterly awesome and I love to show them off. Mum loves her jokes, Dad loves his pocket trumpet (which he carries everywhere) and the two of them wander around in eccentricity, bringing laughter and warmth wherever they go…seriously, you must meet them.
So I say to all of you; I hope you all have a very merry Christmas. I hope you are able to surround yourselves with family, friends and festive fun.
Kittens help with Christmas too apparently.
Now if you will excuse me, I have a birthday to celebrate with my best friends.
>>Mum loves her jokes, Dad loves his pocket trumpet (which he carries everywhere) and the two of them wander around in eccentricity, bringing laughter and warmth wherever they go<<
I love this description of them 😀