A I’m sure you all know by now I’m a bit of a grumpy old man, but this year for the first time in years I find myself getting excited about the festive season.
My oldest boy is still a little young to understand the concept of Christmas but he sure is capable of being excitable and showing joy and pleasure, and despite the financial constraints of our shrunken economy and having to run our household now that there are two children as well as the menagerie The Monkey boy is as excited by wrapping paper and boxes as by what they contain. We will also have the pleasure of dressing him up in outfits that the photo’s of them will be able to embarrass him in later years.
Gift wise, I have no idea what to get for The Bug, he has no concept of anything beyond feed/change/cuddle me now. I’m sure we’ll come up with something though, and likewise we can dress him up in silly outfits, preferably ones with reindeer horns or pixie ears.
The big day itself will hopefully be a relatively relaxed affair, as thus far at least, we have failed to attract any of the waifs and strays that we have in previous years so it should just be the core of our family, the menagerie and lots of food and bad television.
For food I fully plan to go way over the top on gluttonous goodness, beginning with a Champagne and bacon sarnie breakfast, a luncheon of crock pot slow roasted chicken, with all the trimmings and a boiled then slow roasted ham with maraschino cherries, pineapple and cloves cooked till the fat is gooey and unctuous and the fruit has sticky burned bits.
The best thing about all of that food is we probably won’t eat all of it and we’ll have loads of lazy leftovers to keep us going on a diet of chicken mayo toasties and croque monsieur for days afterwards.
But the absolute best bit of Christmas will be being with my beloved Mrs Bunny Chow and our little family, that and the fact that no one will be able to tell me that I have to eat brussels bloody sprouts.
The life and photography of Mr Bunny Chow 