So, not long to go until the arrival of the big man. The Boy is very excited, and is convinced he's going to see him again this year. I say again, he's a bit vague on the details but apparently the two of them met in the early hours of 25th December some years ago... Old friends nowadays.
To try and inject a bit of Christmas spirit I tried to think back to some of the wonderful things I'd done as a child at primary school that the two of us could rehash to add some festive joy to our lives. I thought we could maybe create a Christmas Log for the mantlepiece by taking a normal log, wrapping one end with a bit of tinsel, sprinkling some washing powder on it and glueing a piece of holly to the top. That was frowned upon. Then I suggested we could make a Christmas calendar by sticking an already perfectly functional calendar to the bottom of a Christmas card. No chance. Kids of today. I got the hump and decided I wasn't going to show him how to make a paper Chinese lantern even if he begged me. He'd never know the joy involved in colouring-in a paper doily with a felt tip pen. His loss.
Then a couple of days ago we went to Aldi, and found a 'Gingerbread House'. Perfect. It's already made, you just have to decorate it. That's Christmassy, that'll get it us in the mood. Look at it, it's a thing of beauty:
This is ideal, I thought. I'll even get a blog out of the finished product. All we had to do was recreate the image on the front of the box. We could do that, easy. It turns out though that once again attention to detail isn't quite our strong point...
I'd show you the other sides of the house, but... they're blank. We didn't last that long because gingerbread houses stink of ginger. Who'd have thought it...
I kept on racking my brains. There must be something we can create for Christmas. Then The Boy came up with the perfect solution. As always, I was too busy trying to put my own ideas on to him, when he didn't need my help. He would design a Christmas Robot for the future. He went off to his room on his own. After much banging around and searching for paper, he started. He's incredibly proud of what he's come up with. Originally he said I couldn't share his design with you, as it was to be kept for a long time in the future when he was twenty one or something. But today he agreed I could add it to the blog. Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to unveil the prototype of John the Robot:
There you have it. The perfect Christmas Robot, suitable for any family occasion, complete with Stun Knife, Stun Spikes, Rope and Gas.
"Daddy, do you know why I called him John the Robot?"
"No son, why?"
"It's so that when you're dead he can make me my dinner".
Thank you as always for dropping by this year. On behalf of the two of us, Sky and Fluffy the guinea pigs and John the Robot, I wish you and your loved ones an incredibly happy, chaotic, brilliant, joyful, different, unique Christmas xx
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.