A is for Arsenal, it always has been and always will be. The greatest team didn't have the greatest Christmas, which fits the season perfectly.
B is for the Beckingham Family Christmas: not the traditional gathering of hundreds this year; instead we helped with a community meal. Abnormal and very fulfilling.
C is for Charlott-ie / Soph-a-lotte, my cousins 18 month old twins. Welded to their mother and petrified of me. Probably because I can crawl faster.
D is for Daniel - the boy gave the garlic press I asked for - I still destroyed him daily at Wii golf (don't mention tennis).
E is for Ethel. Words can't express the love I have for my very old lady. For Christmas she got a brand new frost scraper.
F is for Football Boots. I got new boots for Christmas. My Ronaldo style skills will be displayed regularly now that I can stay upright.
G is for Guinness: Zoë gave me a Guinness glass, which makes everything taste nicer, and Guinness toffees, which don't taste of Guinness. At all.
H is for Hopalong - what Rosie (cat) does now she has 3 legs. Becoming a tripod hasn't affected her brain, she's as stupid as ever.
J is for Jesus. Great to take a moment out of normality to remember that 2000+ years ago the saviour of the world was born.
K is for the King William College Quiz. The world’s hardest quiz: from 180 questions I answered 2 correctly. It always puts me in my place.
L is for Losing the Game. Which I jsut did, and thanks to Zoë did all Christmas. And now I will everytime I blog. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.
M is for Monopoly. We attempted to go round the monopoly board in under an hour. It’s not possible, even at 3am. We blame Marylebone.
N is for Norwich and New Years: Combined to create a mellow evening with friends, spoiled only by the fact I didn't win at Articulate.
P is for Pieces, 204 of which make up the jigsaw I gave dad this year, a collage of pictures detailing the world around him.
Q is for Quote. Grandpa Beckingham’s best: "Plain milk can't make chocolate sauce" to a bemused waitress. Only an oap could say something like that.
R is for Ryan, my parents 2 month old foster child. Can sleep anywhere. Sick regularly whilst smiling away. Looks at everything and everyone around.
S is for Steggles, the only family who stayed this Christmas. They made up for eveyone elses absence by leaving most of their luggage behind.
T is for Trumps. A traditional betting card game, usually played for a pound each, which I played 3 times and lost humiliatingly every time.
U is for the USA. I made a poster for Chris, Phil and Stu: it's awesome, (H is for Humble) a photo-collage of our Road Trip.
W is for Wallace and Gromit. Both charming and clever. The film’s good but not as a good as A Matter of Loaf and Death.
X is not for X-Mas. Does writing Christmas take much time? Fortunately we’ll be free for another 11 months. {Note: ask for a Xylophone next Christmas].
Z is for Zavvi. Sadly deceased. Wanted closing down bargains, but the prices were not as great as Woolworths. Got King Kong / Juno though. RIP.
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Sweet list Ed, and cheers for the poster. I want you to be the first to whom I reveal my blog URL! http://whatisstuart.blogspot.com/ Relax, you're mentioned in the first post.
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