(Written 15th January 2010, post-dated 27th December 2009)
Our family is not like other families. Most children abhor the idea of spending time with their parents, let alone uncles and aunties they hardly ever see, and anything family-related at Christmas time is definitely out. Not in our family. Every year (if we can) we all meet up shortly after Christmas for “Draisey Day”. We usually descent on my uncle and auntie’s house in Woking, spending the whole day eating, playing silly games, playing music, and generally catching up on the past year or so. And it’s one of the highlights of my year.
This year was no exception, not least because we brought with us a portable people-magnet – a little baby boy. More than that, Samuel is the first of the new generation, which makes him even more significant. I’m pleased to report that he lived up to the hype, and thrilled everyone the whole time we were there. He was passed from person to person, he fed when he had the opportunity, he slept very little, and he kept everyone amused without doing a single thing. What a gift it is to be a baby. Shame he’s too young to realise it.
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