25th December 2009
When I woke up that morning it really didn’t feel like Christmas day. It wasn’t a sad feeling though... how could I be sad in Dubai! I just woke up normally about 10am and to be honest with you, I’d actually forgotten that it was Christmas day!
I got dressed and went downstairs, said the usual Christmas greetings to the family and then Uncle Matt picked us up to go to his villa. How strange that day felt, you’ll find out why.
We arrived at Uncle’s villa, again said our Christmas greetings to the rest of the family, had some breakfast and then... went to the pool! On Christmas day! Had a swim, had a sun bathe and then went back for Christmas dinner.
We all sat outside at the table, said our thank you’s to Uncle Matt for making this all possible and tucked in. We had the traditional Christmas meal of turkey which Uncle Matt had collected from the Marriot hotel earlier that morning (which we later on found out had only been half cooked! But we ate the cooked part don’t worry), Yorkshires were included, and all the usual veg. The only difference was that we were sat out in the sun eating it instead of being stuck inside the dining room with freezing temperatures outside. It was like a parallel universe! When you think of Christmas you picture snow, ice and cold weather, living rooms full of presents and decorations, everyone all snuggled up inside because of the winter temperatures. Our Christmas that year was completely different. Roast dinner outside in the gorgeous weather and temperatures of about 25 degrees (maybe more), Christmas decorations in an air conditioned villa it was just so... strange! But incredible at the same time because it was just so different from our traditional Christmas back home.
You wouldn’t even think about going swimming first thing on Christmas morning or sitting outside eating Christmas dinner in England in December unless you’re insane of course.
After dinner we all just chilled out, went on the Xbox and played Lips, sat out in the sun... whatever we wanted really.
Before food in the evening, it was presents time. We’d said we weren’t going to buy each other gifts, spend the money on ourselves while we were there instead. We’d all bought Uncle Matt something though, it was the least we could do after him paying to fly us all out there. We hadn’t expected him to buy us all presents as well but of course, he did! And what amazing presents they were.
Kelly, being a journalist had to follow
Paris Hilton around, assist her I think, when she was in Dubai and as a thank you Paris gave Kelly one of her handbags that she’d designed, along with other things but the handbag is the important thing because guess who Kelly decided to give the handbag to? ME! It’s stunning, seriously. It’s a snake skin pattern in pinks and oranges all mixed together. I’ll see if I can add an image to the post. It came with a note; this is what it said;
Kelly,
Thank you for your coverage of our event. Please accept this gift on behalf of Paris Hilton handbags and accessories and celebrity events. We look forward to working with you on future events.
Sarah something ... I can’t read the signature!
Big thanks to Kelly though! It’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever received. It’s simply gorgeous! Along with that from Uncle Matt and Kelly I got some sweets, Tinkerbell badges, a Tinkerbell hair bobble, some Virgin body glitter and some other stuff that I can’t remember unfortunately. But thank you Uncle Matt and Kelly!
When we’d finished off the presents it was time to eat again. That’s when we realised that the turkey wasn’t cooked because we were going to have some of it cold, but found that it was a bit bloody which meant it hadn’t been cooked. Apparently Uncle Matt was supposed to cook the rest when he got home with it but he wasn’t told.
We had chocolate fondue with our food, yum! And I got it everywhere; there are pictures of me with it down my chin... oops!
After our food we played Lips some more and then it was time to head back to our own villas. What an amazing Christmas! One that I will never forget J
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