Christmas Time

So the festive season has been and gone. I trust everybody had a blast and Santa brought appropriately extravagant presents for one and all.
On a personal level I had a great time spending Christmas Day in my brother in laws Scottish castle (how bloody posh does that sound!) and watching his kids run their favourite auntie ragged from day break until bedtime.
I'm still a bit of a puzzle to them. The youngest, a very special little lady, still cannot stifle the laughter when I call her 'chicken' and several times during our visit asked her mum, ' why does he sound so English?'
The middle one, a charming little fella although a deep thinker at 6 years old, still has the look of a trainee serial killer. I have the photographs to sell to the newspapers when he does eventually get convicted. You know the ones I'm talking about. The small child in the family pictures who doesn't smile. Staring at the lens with immense intensity from the sidelines. at least half a metre seperating him from the others in the photo. Darkness hiding behind the angelic face.
He did actually crack a smile this time. I cannot believe its taken 6 years to see it although I admit we only visit 4 or 5 times per year so I guess he may smile on the days we don't see him, although I doubt it!
I do have a big soft spot for him though. He's spirited in a way you know will cause him trouble in years to come.
He played his 1st ice hockey game a few months ago against lads much bigger and up to 4 years older and got sent off for fighting. I won £5 from that one!
The eldest, a handsome swine at 11, takes defeat on the Xbox quite well. None of the sulking and moaning displayed by myself when thrashed at FIFA 13.
I did try to have a kindly word with his mother when she suggested we buy him a 'build a bear' voucher for his present but neither her or my wife would listen. It will be character building when his friends see the picture of him with 'bomber bear' I'm going to upload to Facebook soon, complete with his name tagged.
His dad, god love him, tried his best to look happy at his choice of camouflaged bear dressed in skater clothes. He failed dismally!
My wife loved her ipad mini. I now describe her appearance as 'blonde hair surrounding a 7"x5" white rectangle.'
I got the present I asked for during 'November lets question hubby about presents without him realising' day.
I'm reached a certain age where I have pretty much all the material possessions I require. I love gadgets and motorcycle stuff so when wifey innocently/clumsily probed me for ideas I replied with what you'd all expect a slightly overweight, in denial middle aged grumpy law enforcer to say.....
'I'd love a power kite'
After doing some research my wife came up trumps and on Christmas morning I ripped open the wrapping to be confronted by a magnificent specimen of quad line loveliness in bright green that I know is going to cause me pain.
I can't wait for take off. I've not flown yet as each day I've been away from work it has rained. I am totally extreme, dude, but at my age you really appreciate a dry day to get 'gnarly.' ( I believe this term may still be in use!)
I also got a kindle e-reader, which will come in handy when I'm recuperating from the inevitable injuries sustained attempting to fly like Lazarus!