This time of the year got me thinking about the best (and worst) Christmas presents that I’ve given and received.
The best present I’ve ever had was the one I got when I was eight years old. My parents had packed my sister and I into the car telling us that we were dropping our Nan off at the airport as she was going on holiday.
When we eventually arrived at the airport, they pulled out a load of tickets and revealed that we were all going to Disneyworld in Florida for Christmas.
Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. To be honest, I’ve not had a present since that’s topped it!
The present that I’ve given someone that’s gone down the best must be the beer-making kit I got for my father. He’s a dab hand with it now, and the latest brew off the Mills production line is a cheeky little lager that’s about 10% proof.
He sampled a couple of pints with my uncle the other day and the pair of them were falling into fences and generally struggling afterwards. That’s definitely an end of season tipple for me.
Worst presents for me are definitely the ones with no imagination attached – slippers, socks, that sort of thing. You can get those any time of the year.
And I know it’s a cliché, but if London Welsh can pick up eight points from our next three games with Worcester, Wasps and Quins then that really would be a great Christmas present.
Another piece of great news for the club was Rob Lewis returning to us from Cardiff Blues for the rest of the season. Rob played such a key part in us winning promotion last year, so to have him back and playing for us in the Premiership is fantastic.
He knows our style of play really well and hopefully remembers some of the moves so his bedding-in period should be really quick.
Of course, despite only being away for a few months he’ll still have to go through the initiation ceremony for new boys. We’ll have to think up something suitably nasty for him to complete.
I like to keep an eye on the Pro12 derbies over the Christmas period, and the Boxing Day game between the Ospreys and the Scarlets should be a real ‘swobaknocker’!
I must admit, my loyalties are slightly torn, what with me being a Neath boy and my cousin Paul James having turned out so many times for the O’s.
That conflicts with my time at the Scarlets, which I enjoyed hugely. I’ll just have to relax in front of the TV and watch two top sides slugging it out in front of a huge and partisan crowd – that’s what Christmas is all about!
Merry Christmas from Living Rugby
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