It came. It went. It felt like any other day. Only with presents. And cake. And food.
As I’ve said on a previous post here on spotty-bum, Christmas is like waiting to go on a rollercoaster ride while standing in a really long queue. You wait for hours, sometimes longer, everyone around you seems full of anticipation. You step into the carriage. The safety harness comes down. It’s all very exciting.
But then the ride lasts about 30 seconds.
You get off and then, bewildered as you are, you wonder what the fuss was all about.
Then you see the queue and think “Hey! That looks like an exciting ride!” and join up again.