CHRISTMAS AS A CHILD VS IN YOUR 20’s

Being 22, this year made me realise how different Christmas is to when you was a child (yes it took me to the age of 22). Here are just a few of what went through my head this christmas..

CHILD:“WHAT DO YOU MEAN GO TO SLEEP?! HOW CAN I SLEEP WITH THIS MUCH EXCITEMENT?!!”

20 SOMETHING:mmmm I wonder how many hours sleep I can get before my family wake me up to start Christmas…

CHILD:I will open all these gifts I’ve been waiting 364 days for in record speed!

20 SOMETHING: These 5 gifts will take me the next hour to open, I have to make them last whilst this child in front of me opens it’s 2736282 presents.

CHILD:Christmas dinner is the worst icky meal with yucky sprouts…


20 SOMETHING: FREE MEAL! Watch this space, I will feed myself up for the next 3 weeks.

 

CHILD:You got me socks? Oh woah thanks. Lets just chuck those over there!

20 SOMETHING: SQUISHY GIFT?! YES I DON’T HAVE TO DO WASHING !!! Anyone else?? Socks underwear? Any item of clothing??

 

CHILD: After dinner was the time to bask in all the great things you got

20 SOMETHING:SLEEP TIME!! No, I do not want to build a palace with it’s own helicopter and 5 cars out of bricks. Naps all about those naps..

 
 
 
 

CHILD: Thinking that little tine tiny elves are making your presents!

20 SOMETHING:Wishing an elf was wrapping the stupid presents with the stupid tape that you can never find the end for or end up losing 27263537 times during wrapping one stupid present.

 
 

CHILD: I HOPE IT SNOWS SO WE CAN BUILD SNOWMEN AND SLEDGE AND I HOPE IT SNOWS FOREVER SO WE NEVER HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL!!

20 SOMETHING: wishing it not to bloody snow, as its freezing as it is and the whole world will just come to standstill.

I’d love to hear how you think christmas is different when you grow up, or if maybe you don’t think it is at all.. (I pretty much still think as a child).

2 thoughts on “CHRISTMAS AS A CHILD VS IN YOUR 20’s

  1. Hahahaha, I absolutely love this post. You're so right, it was so much more exciting as a child. Once I hit 15 I wasn't bothered about Christmas and used to fume if my younger brother woke me before 10am. One year he sat on my bedroom floor whilst I slept haha. And socks are the bloody best.
    Love your writing style 🙂

    Happy New Year

    Sarah | sarahinwonderland.co.uk ❤

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