That’s Christmas

It’s Christmas morning. The family has been slowly gathering for the last few hours, some you may not have seen since the Christmas before, 12 long months ago. Anticipation is brewing for the events of the day to come.

Then it happens. The small talk is interrupted by a sound coming from the next room. “Dinners Ready!” is the joyous call that sends excitement reverberating through the building. There is a brief moments silence, followed by a flurry of movement before as everyone rises at once, making their way to the promised land.

You follow the crowd as everyone works their way to the dining room, forming a makeshift queue as too many people try to work their way towards the building aroma. And that’s when you see it. As it’s your turn to walk around the corner into the room, the feast comes into view.

Your eyes pass over the eye watering amount of food presented in front of you. beautiful succulent meats on offer, turkey, beef and gammon, carefully laid out like something out of a stock photo. A cascade of golden brown roast potatoes spilling out of a bowl not appearing large enough to handle the sheer quantity on offer. On the opposite end is an equally large bowl holding a colourful selection of various veggies, including a separate bowl of Brussel sprouts that you immediately decide are a low priority. You don’t need them destroying the best meal of the year.

And finally your eyes meet the star of the show. The legendary pig in blanket. Pork in its 2 best forms, combined together to create a super food like no other. The mountain of pigs glistens and shines with a layer of greasy goodness. Your mouth finally starts to water.

Almost everyone is seated, waiting only for the chef to join you. It would be rude to dig in without the creator of this spread. She takes her seat at the table and a frenzy breaks loose. Everyone is reaching for different parts of the table as they aim to secure their own favourite food before they lose it to the crowd of hands. You secure a pig in blanket, beating off an army of arms, ready to fight to the death for their prize. You fight less urgently for the rest of the contents of your plate, making sure you have a selection of potatoes meat and veg, and add a generous layer of gravy.

The time has come to chow down. Your fork pierces the pig in blanket, aiming to start the next hour with a bang. You start to lift your fork to your mouth. as the first argument of the day breaks out in the background, you are past the point of no return. The world is blanked out to you as the small package reaches its destination, sending a shiver of joy throughout your body. As the celebrations continue around you one thought crosses your mind.

That’s Christmas

Thanks for reading. writing like this isn’t something I’ve ever done before. English has never been a favourite subject of mine but I was feeling creative so why not have a go! Any feedback would be wonderful and may motivate (or deter) me from doing more of it in the future.