So my first Christmas holiday was a right out hit. Why? Well, I think because it’s different when I celebrate it with my parents. First of all there is nothing related to Christmas. No tree, no annoying music and not the obligatory nice clothes. And secondly there is the way we celebrate Christmas or rather the way we have a nice weekend.
In the morning I gorged myself at breakfast, because everything was so tasteful. To get rid of the excess calories we did a two hour hike and two hours of heavy gardening. Soon I found out I lost too much calories so I made a bouillabaisse as a starter for dinner. My mother prepared a cow tongue, which people find weird. I don’t actually mind people thinking this is weird, because this leaves a lot more for me to eat. You might be grossed out, but you’ll never find a more succulent and tender kind of meat.
Soon I found out that I overate and therefore gained more than my desired amount of carbohydrates, leaving me with this inflated feeling. The only proper way to get rid of it is through a game of Yahtzee. Having the world champion in the family means I play to get better with my dad.


