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My Perfect Christmas Day – Luke Martin-Jones!
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I haven't had too many memorable Christmases over the years, certainly since leaving home, so I have to look further back to my early childhood, for that perfect Christmas Day.
The bright glow from the artificial, tinsel covered tree, directed me towards the lounge. It was four O'clock in the morning, when I gingerly walked down the stairs, being careful not to wake a soul. I poked my head around the door, the darkened room was illuminated with multicoloured streaks of light, rotating back and forth in the darkness. There was a distinct winter chill in the air; I could see the steam rising from my mouth as I gasped at the mountains of presents, filling the corner of the room. The 1970s patterned Axminster carpet was barely visible under the wrapped gifts; the magic of Christmas, laid bare; a moment of silence, before the festivities began.
Carefully, I closed the door, and began to walk up the stairs, back to my bedroom. With the creak of the final stair, I was greeted by a bleary-eyed Mum and Dad, stood in the doorway to their bedroom, smiling ever so slightly, despite the unearthly hour ..... This was the start of the most memorable day of the year!
A short video below of my recollections of Christmas Day!
The bright glow from the artificial, tinsel covered tree, directed me towards the lounge. It was four O'clock in the morning, when I gingerly walked down the stairs, being careful not to wake a soul. I poked my head around the door, the darkened room was illuminated with multicoloured streaks of light, rotating back and forth in the darkness. There was a distinct winter chill in the air; I could see the steam rising from my mouth as I gasped at the mountains of presents, filling the corner of the room. The 1970s patterned Axminster carpet was barely visible under the wrapped gifts; the magic of Christmas, laid bare; a moment of silence, before the festivities began.
Carefully, I closed the door, and began to walk up the stairs, back to my bedroom. With the creak of the final stair, I was greeted by a bleary-eyed Mum and Dad, stood in the doorway to their bedroom, smiling ever so slightly, despite the unearthly hour ..... This was the start of the most memorable day of the year!
A short video below of my recollections of Christmas Day!
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