My last Christmas story was about being a child on Christmas morning, this time I’m going to talk about Boxing Day. I know it’s not Christmas Day, but I feel that they all fall into Christmas.
After all the hustle and bustle of Christmas Day, it was Boxing Day. A day when we used to get up early, and put our new clothes and jewellery on. We would spray some exclamation spray (if you know what that is, you’re awesome) and put on some new makeup and meet family and friends down our local club.
Hythe club was always a place we would regularly attend on any holiday, for discos, or a pantomime, or to play bingo. My mum and dad were never massive drinkers, and most of the time they’d stick to just a lemonade, but Boxing Day they would partake in a few festive bevvies. I remember walking in the club and feeling like my cousins and other children looked better than me, and I’d always compliment them, but heard nothing in return. Pushing that aside, we would dance and play games, making new friends and enjoying the atmosphere.
Our faces were red from the heating being on, adults chain-smoking and from running around (it was the only time we were allowed to.) I remember being around 5/6, and it was so hot in the club that I needed a drink, and dad was always a little stingy handing them out, so I opted for a glass of coke no one was touching. I remember it tasted odd, but I was that thirsty and didn’t particularly care, haha! Hidden under a table, I drank the whole glass, and afterwards turning my nose up at the awful taste it had. After about 15 /20 minutes, I remember feeling like I’d spun around in circles on a chair and wobbled around the dance floor, until my mum and dad realised, I had necked the triple Jack Daniel's and coke.
They told me never to take drinks from the table again, although I remember seeing them laugh but trying to be serious too! After the celebrations we proceeded to walk home … albeit I didn't actually — I couldn’t walk, so had to be carried on my dads shoulders singing Christmas songs on the way home.
Now I know people will look at this, and think how terrible it is that I consumed alcohol … by mistake, but fear not, I don’t really drink, and it’s rare if I do! So this occurrence didn’t turn me into an alcoholic, it just made me realise … Jack Daniel's is awful.
Happy Christmas xxxx
After all the hustle and bustle of Christmas Day, it was Boxing Day. A day when we used to get up early, and put our new clothes and jewellery on. We would spray some exclamation spray (if you know what that is, you’re awesome) and put on some new makeup and meet family and friends down our local club.
Hythe club was always a place we would regularly attend on any holiday, for discos, or a pantomime, or to play bingo. My mum and dad were never massive drinkers, and most of the time they’d stick to just a lemonade, but Boxing Day they would partake in a few festive bevvies. I remember walking in the club and feeling like my cousins and other children looked better than me, and I’d always compliment them, but heard nothing in return. Pushing that aside, we would dance and play games, making new friends and enjoying the atmosphere.
Our faces were red from the heating being on, adults chain-smoking and from running around (it was the only time we were allowed to.) I remember being around 5/6, and it was so hot in the club that I needed a drink, and dad was always a little stingy handing them out, so I opted for a glass of coke no one was touching. I remember it tasted odd, but I was that thirsty and didn’t particularly care, haha! Hidden under a table, I drank the whole glass, and afterwards turning my nose up at the awful taste it had. After about 15 /20 minutes, I remember feeling like I’d spun around in circles on a chair and wobbled around the dance floor, until my mum and dad realised, I had necked the triple Jack Daniel's and coke.
They told me never to take drinks from the table again, although I remember seeing them laugh but trying to be serious too! After the celebrations we proceeded to walk home … albeit I didn't actually — I couldn’t walk, so had to be carried on my dads shoulders singing Christmas songs on the way home.
Now I know people will look at this, and think how terrible it is that I consumed alcohol … by mistake, but fear not, I don’t really drink, and it’s rare if I do! So this occurrence didn’t turn me into an alcoholic, it just made me realise … Jack Daniel's is awful.
Happy Christmas xxxx
Melissa
