The office is shutting down. The noise coming from the floor is irritatingly clear that no one is working and the last thing that is on my mind, but at the forefront for all is that tomorrow, is Christmas Day.
The mundane questions of “What are you doing for Christmas?” is met with lies, truth or a mixture of the both dependent on what type of mood I was in. My boyfriend has kindly invited me round his for Christmas. *smiles sweetly* Although, this does make me feel like an orphan. No parents or family and the stray has been taken in. So stocked up on gifts in the hope that I can mask my poverty stricken Christmas Ghetto and spread the xmas cheer!
The phones hang up, the PCs are turned off and hugs and kisses all round. I wish everyone a lovely Christmas.
Those with suitcases wheel themselves to the stations or into cabs so they can make their journey to their loved ones. I on the other hand, stroll home and turn that 20 minute journey into a 30 minute one. What am I running home for exactly?
I put in my key to the front door listening out for that familiar sound. The sound of a Festive-less home. I shout out for my brothers and no-one responds. Locked away in their respective rooms doing fuck knows. Gaming? They’re gamers. I would expect nothing less from a 13 and 18 year old.
I check my phone, to see if there is any message from my boyfriend. Nope. Only a few likes on my latest Instagram photos, nothing to make me feel whole or complete.
I take my earrings out and get into my bed with all my clothes on. I lay down and watch the last episode of Homeland and let myself drift of to sleep. Forgetting all my trouble and my woes….
I wake up. It is still Christmas Eve and there is nothing else for me to do apart from have a fajitas without sour cream whilst watching Ja’mie: Private School Girl.
Ja’mie: Private School Girl
I come to the realisation that I am parched. There is no soft drink that will quench my thirst or not rot my teeth so I opt for the more adult option. Mulled Rum Punch. Not just any Mulled Rum Punch, Marks & Spencer’s Mulled Rum Punch.
Pour a mug full of deliciousness with a slice of orange and whack it in the microwave. 60 seconds and I cautiously wrap my lips around the mug and drink up!
Festive bloody greetings to you all!
Think of me whilst you are all with your loved ones. I will be here, alone, at home, tonight, wondering how many mince pies I can eat before starting to feel sick before moving on to my beloved sweet treat of lemon GU cheesecake!
*pours another glass of mulled alcohol*
It’s Christmas now. Feliz Natal para todos! :) This song has me mellowed out, have a listen before you leave.
xx Kisses xx
Happy Christmas Sean, I hope you have the best possible day. Love you loads and I can’t wait to see you. xxxx