My Christmas morning started off how I’d imagine most households would begin their Christmas celebrations. One by one my family got out of bed, wished each other a merry Christmas, had breakfast, and exchanged gifts. We began the preparations for Christmas lunch and awaited the arrival of my grandparents.
It was after lunch that things started to get a bit weird. My brother had been rummaging in our Harry Potter cupboard under the stairs and emerged with a strange horn-like device.
The device was one half of a set of ping-pong ball poppers, which are designed to fire a ping-pong ball at an alarming speed.
My brother, clearly intrigued by the device, proceeded to test its limits.
He soon concluded that it was indeed too dangerous to be fired randomly around the house.
He re-entered the cupboard, and a moment later reappeared holding the most unusual object I have ever seen.
This gigantic, hollow, chicken-shaped object used to be a cat bed, judging by the amount of cat fur found inside it.
My brother’s game now involved attempting to launch the ping-pong balls into the chicken’s mouth.
It was highly amusing, but soon became too easy. My brother disappeared once more into the cupboard to find the second ping-pong popper. The second popper was given to my Dad, and the challenge became to fire the ping-pong ball to each other and catch it in the popper. My brother (for reasons unknown to the rest of us) wore the chicken cat-bed as a hat.
It didn’t take long for this to turn from a two player game into a whole family effort. My grandparents, and even my mum (who I always thought was the most normal one in the family), took turns at blasting ping-pong balls at each other.
At one point during the ruckus, I stopped to wonder if this was how other families celebrated Christmas.
Whether it involved chicken cat-beds or not, I hope you all had a fantastic holiday.
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