Ah yes the old Christmas Eve traditional is fast approaching. Usually Christmas Eve falls on a weekday and it’s straight out after work, but this year we have been blessed with a Sunday traditional. Should make a ‘nice change’, so it should. Last year I stashed a load of beers under the tunnel and we drank them on the traditional walk home. You see I work in a Reigate and the family live in the little known village of Tadworth, which is over the hill from Reigate, about 7 miles North Easterly.
So, what me and my brother do is quite simple really. We go out drinking in Reigate with our friends, meet up and then walk back to Tadworth in the middle of the night.
Now for the science. Last year we got in about 4am and had a sift through the presents under the tree. I then had a little nap on the floor in the living room; I must have woken up at some point and gone to my bed for that’s where I awoke on the big day.

We left Reigate at 1am after having a few stiff ones at Ben’s house. Ben had received rather a nice Secret Santa present, a Chewbacca mask. On the way to his house we had been chasing cars down the road with it on, whilst making Chewbacca noises and jumping out of juniper bushes.

On the walk back my brother fell down Reigate Hill and got ‘covered’, I had to try and find him in the pitch black. ‘Thomas, Thomas, I can’t see you, where have you gone?’ Eventually we managed to consolidate ourselves and we decided to take the scenic route back over Colly Hill rather than follow the main road. It was a bit bloody dark but with beer in hand and beer in bag we blindly took one step after another and started to actually move North Easterly to the band stand.
We had a ‘little rest’ at the band stand before both tripping over a fence and going arse over tit into the mud. The rest of the journey is a bit of a blur and I can barely recall getting home and having a good inspection of the presents under the tree.
I do hope this Sundays little jamboree will be as good.