A Boxing Day Post Of Sorts

James Proclaims (4)

As I write this I’m still enjoying a Christmas Day which has predominantly seen me sitting around in a festive onesie, drinking too much beer and eating too much festive food. But lest you accuse me of slothfulness, rest assured that I did cook the vast majority of the festive food, which was not without some effort on my part. And some of it was quite healthy. Or would have been if I hadn’t eaten it to excess. The beer is harder to justify from a health perspective but it is only Christmas once a year so I’m sure that’s justification enough for having a few too many. It’s the beer I drink every other day of the year that is probably of greater concern.

I did start the day by leaving the house and running (albeit very slowly) ten whole kilometres so I can justify any excesses I like today. Putting on a festive onesie upon my return home has no real justification beyond the fact that it’s pretty comfortable. And it amuses my elder daughter, which is frankly priceless.

I’m currently sat at my dining table, opposite said elder daughter, who is playing quietly with one of her Christmas presents. This is also priceless (the playing quietly, not the Christmas present which definitely did have a recommended retail price). We were, until mere moments ago, accompanied by my younger daughter, who was also playing with a Christmas present, a plastic monkey from an equally plastic train set, which she was banging on her high chair with unabashed glee. Then all of a sudden she started crying, as eight-month-old children are prone to do and Mrs Proclaims took her away to provide a solution that I am biologically ill-equipped to offer.

I’m not sure why I’m writing this post beyond the fact that it is rare that I find myself with time on my hands. As tomorrow I’m expecting to be driving to Wales to see my family, I can’t imagine I’ll have time to write a Boxing Day post. It wouldn’t matter if I didn’t write a Boxing Day post, but it’s nice to have the option available to me, as I reach the end of a year in which I have rarely had the luxury of disposable time.

The main reasons for that lack of disposable time (and indeed my lack of any disposable cash) have been my two daughters. But, as daughter number two has just re-joined my little dining table gathering, complete with an additional plastic toy to bang on her high chair, and daughter number one continues to play with her unicorn themed Polly Pocket playset while loudly singing about this being “the best Christmas ever”, I can’t help but feel that disposable time may be a tad overrated.

  4 comments for “A Boxing Day Post Of Sorts

  1. December 26, 2022 at 9:47 am

    ‘Best Christmas ever’ has a great ring to it.

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    • January 1, 2023 at 2:17 pm

      To be fair she has a limited frame of reference but I think she meant it.

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  2. December 26, 2022 at 11:42 am

    I presume the onesie pictures will be posted later?

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