Last year I spent Christmas with my family, this year I spent it with my second family. My best friends family who I love and adore for all their quirks.
Christmas with them remind me of when I was a kid. They still get games and toys as gifts and we spend all day playing, eating and annoying the shit out of each other.
Each year their food gets better and better. This year involved a very amazing and delicious ham. Well the picture really speaks for itself, mouthwatering!
I spent lunch with them opening presents, playing board games, testing out toy helicopters, playing with samurai swords and washing up the mountain of dishes left over at the end of the day.
Then came the super exciting part of the day, swapping presents with the Pool Boy and then meeting his family.
The presents went well! I ended up getting him a few music CDs, a water bottle and tickets to Akmal in February (thank you to everyone for their suggestions on the other post!) and I got a full body massage voucher and gorgeous earrings. Yes, well done to him getting jewellery! Pleased as punch! He even made the comment that he noticed the type of earrings I wore and tried to get ones similar. Yay for being observant.
Then the parents. Or really I should say parent. Like me he comes from a split family so I was meeting Mum, Brother, Grandma and Granddad for Chrissie dinner. I was close to losing bladder control the closer we got to his house.
I shouldn’t have been. His Mum is lovely. More than lovely she couldn’t do enough for me. His grandparents reminded me of mine, and his brother seemed more like his best mate.
There was a dodgy moment before dinner where the Pool Boy was telling a story and with his wild hand gestures managed to knock my glass of wine into my lap, drenching my shirt and making me smell like a wino for the rest of the evening. But that was the worst of it. It gave us all a bit of a giggle and helped lighten the mood.
All in all it couldn’t have gone better. His Mum even managed to get the baby album out after dinner, complete highlight of the night, much to the boy’s horror.
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