Wednesday 11 December 2013

This Is How I Know It's Christmas

   Every year, since as long as I can remember, a float has come down our road, belting out Christmas songs at full volume. It's usually around 7pm, and there are people following it with collection pots for charities. When I was little it was SO exciting because I'd never seen anything like it. Every year, even now, and I'm 22 years old, I still look forward to the float. Admittedly, being older, the magic has somewhat left Christmas a bit, and the float looks more and more rubbish every year, but my parents assure me it's always looked like that. A long trailer towed behind a tractor with Father Christmas waving from his sleigh. There used to be elves - or people dressed as them, rather - but they don't seem to be there anymore.
   And then, one evening every December, I hear the music - it's usually Wham when it reaches us, but it was John Lennon this time, which I prefer - and I rush to the window. Yes, I am 22, and I rush to the window to watch this terrible thing pass by. Though I get to see it twice since we live in a cul-de-sac - honestly, why do they bring it down our road?! Fortunately they don't try to turn around at the bottom, they just reverse slowly back up and turn around in our driveway. I always get so excited! I envy the neighbours' children, they're 3 Obviously the three year old was so excited, and ran out of the house with his dad to watch it. I used to be like that. I think I'd feel a bit silly if I did that now, so I stay where it's warm pop up underneath the curtain.
   But it's this float that heralds Christmas. When this thing comes trundling by, I turn into a 7 year old again. And it passed by last night.


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