Every Christmas Day, me and The Teenager head up to my mum’s house and spend the day there and it’s wonderful, but this year we’re shaking things up a little.
As he’s getting older, I worry The Teenager perhaps isn’t understanding the whole meaning of Christmas, so we are going to help serve Christmas Lunch to forty-five pensioners. You can imagine how that little conversation went. After I managed to lure him from behind his slammed bedroom door with the promise of pizza, we sat down and had a chat.
I told him that over half a million pensioners spend the whole of Christmas day alone in this country, with only the television for company. Would it really be so hard to give up three or four hours to make some people smile? I found out about the event as an MS support group I sometimes go to is held in the same church hall. I’m not a do-gooder by any stretch of the imagination, but when I heard they were looking for volunteers, especially younger ones, I jumped at the chance. A lot of foreign students at the University who can’t get home for Christmas help out too. It’s a two-way process – me and The Teenager will benefit just as much as neither of us has any elderly relatives nearby.
Fair play to The Teenager, he came round to the idea pretty quickly. The plan is to spend the morning in our own house, then head up to the hall just before noon, maybe picking up some people on the way if they need a lift. We’ll have some carol singing (gulp) and lunch will be served at 1pm. It’s all wrapped up after the Queen’s speech, then it’s back home for an hour or so before going to my mum’s for a lovely long evening of food, wine and chilling.
As the time draws closer, I’m a little nervous though. Will The Teenager behave? Will he be too shy? I really want to show him that life is about more than just looking out for Number One. Anyway, the big dilemma we have now is what to wear. My Christmas Day outfit, planned before we signed up for this is all black. Too….funereal? Too sombre? It’s got lots of sparkly bits on it – too nightclub-ish? And should I wear flashing Christmas earrings or is that too tacky? A Santa hat? Any advice gratefully received….