George Aged 4 – Countdown to Christmas Blog – 9 sleeps to Christmas.
Hi, George here. I’m Top to toe in tailbacks, Oh, I got red lights all around, but soon there’ll be the freeway, yeah, Get my feet on holy ground. I’m driving home for Christmas.
Did you see what I did there? I cleverly blended the lyrics of “Driving Home for Christmas into my Blog post to make it look as though I was really Driving Home for Christmas.
The journey of advent 1st December through to 24th December is like an ultra-slow roller coaster driving home for Christmas. Christmas life is full of ups and downs in the Countdown for Christmas.
Monday was a huge dippy-down day. The biggest, lowest dippy-down day this advent.
Someone in Sister Freya’s bubble at school had gone down with Covid-19, on Friday. That means Sister Freya has to self-isolate until Sunday 21st December 2020. That means no school which means she has now broken up for Christmas. No more school; until after Christmas. She is so lucky too because her birthday is 24th December and she get’s out of isolation just before her birthday.
I was very put out by that. Wouldn’t you be?
Sister Freya was gutted she wanted to carry on doing school until the bitter end, especially as Dance Class, Swimming Lessons and Brownies have all finished for Christmas.
In my case I love school and spending my day with Mr Christopher and my school buddies. But I don’t like the thought of missing out on Christmas fun and goodies. Christmas comes but once a year and it doesn’t last long enough anyway. So, it is your duty and my duty to squeeze the most out of every second of it .
So, with Sister Freya forced into an early Christmas holiday and Mum being based at home, Mum and Sister Freya will be starting Christmas celebrations a whole week ahead of me and Dad and I will miss out on so much fun and frolics and carols and food and films and stuff!
Don’t you feel for me?
The best I could hope for is that someone in my bubble tests positive for Covid-19 too. But to be honest I’m not in a bubble. But I never saw Sister Freya in a bubble either. The only bubbles I have seen have been from the Fairy Liquid in the washing up bowl in the kitchen sink.
I guess having to stick it out and go the extra mile more than Sister Freya this week has made a man of me.
Poor old Dad has to carry on working whilst the rest of us have Christmas fun, anyway. That’s good then, I’ve joined his league. I like that.
And it means I am still driving home for Christmas, Top to toe in tale backs, I take a look at the driver next to me, He’s just the same, Just the same.
See you tomorrow!