Today was our last day of school before Christmas. I like school, but I can't help welcoming the wonderful lie-ins that are to come. Obviously every teacher had brought in a tin of chocolates to share with their classes and we were all very happy to spend our lessons pretending to learn, while our teachers pretended to teach. No one's in the mood for serious schooling on the last day of term. Especially when there's only one week left until Christmas.
That's right. ONE WEEK UNTIL CHRISTMAS.
I haven't been overly fussed about Christmas this year. Haven't even had a mince pie yet (Vicky doesn't like mince pies, the fool <3) or accidentally opened the wrong day on my advent calendar. I didn't insist on draping tinsel over every solid surface or even protested too loudly when my dad decorated the tree using red AND cream beads. I watched my brothers grow out of Christmas years ago and really couldn't imagine or even comprehend why you'd stop getting up at 7:00AM on Christmas morning, or how you wouldn't be bursting with excitement for the whole of Christmas eve. It didn't seem to make any sense. As a 10 year old, I was convinced that I would always love and treasure Christmas.
I still appreciate the festive season, of course, but not because it's magical and enchanting. It's far more satisfying to watch the look of delight on Ludlow's face as he opened his Secret Santa gift (a child's medical set), or sit around and watch Matt cringe at the nude scenes of Love Actually. And I would rather admire the wrapping paper on a present over the actual gift on the inside, as well as walking through a Christmas market to enjoy the atmosphere of it over actually buying anything from the stalls.
To erect festive cheer, here is an adorable penguin with a Christmas hat.
LOOK AT IT. LOVE IT.
Jasm x
P.S. Yes, I did use the word "erect" (LOL) in this post.
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