Bacon-wrapped pork sausages, flaming pudding, explosives at the dinner table… I could really go for this. (Oh, and I love Brussels sprouts. Yes, I know I’m weird.)
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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Great video to put us in the Christmas spirit. 🙂 — Suzanne
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LOL! Great fun. My hubby hates all veggies…except brussel sprouts. Go figure. 🙂
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This was a blast! We do the crackers when we can find them. And I’ve learned I can tolerate Brussels Sprouts when served the Wisconsin method—covered in cheese.
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I prefer to drown mine in butter, but if gravy is nearby that’s even better!!
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They are delicious drowned in butter or gravy, but I’m tempted to try drowning them in cheese this Christmas. That sounds yummy. 🙂
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Dang! This brings back memories, when I was a wee lad and Dad was stationed overseas at Bentwaters RAFB and we lived in an English Mansion (rented to US servicemen) from 1959 to 1962…
What memories!! (Near Mildenhall, town was Leiston – near Ipswich)
(Never could stand the puddings, etc. The Bangers were fun. So was Guy Fawkes Day, for that matter.)
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This was great! Our son is engaged to marry a Brit and this clip was wonderful in helping to discover some of her customs…..planning to share this with the rest of the family! Hugs to you for sharing with all of us!!
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We are not Brits!
We are either ENGLISH, SCOTTISH, IRISH OR WELSH! Four different peoples four different countries, making up the British Isles; each with our own ways.
A bit like calling a Texan a Cheesehead or a Yankee.
I’m English although I’ve lived in Australia these last 67 years and still miss my English Christmas!
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Most of us Yankees use the word “Brit” as a catch-all term, and I have also heard British friends use it in reference to themselves. I had no idea anyone would find it offensive, but I guess you learn something new, if not every day, at least every once in a while. 🙂 Congrats on your son’s engagement. 🙂
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Thank you KINDLY for the clarification. Hugs & Blessings for taking the time to do so.
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
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What a great bunch of comments this sparked.
Copped this video for my Christmas playlist.
Here’s a comment I left on the video’s webpage:
Crimbo?
I’m an Anglophile and fan of differences across the pond esp since I had a British pen-pal in high school, um, long ago.
I knew some of this. Burning letters was new to me. Stockings on the bed and brandy for the old elf, also new to me. (As a Santa’s Helper, I approve of the brandy.) Pantomime? WTF?
Monopoly fights – hahahhaha.
Sorry. Pecan Pie is greater than Pudding. With enough alcohol. In the pie. And the pie-consumer.
It always amazes me to see the Queen now. I keep thinking, no, that’s the Queen Mum, isn’t it… Oh… Then I feel old.
We always try to get a tree late, even on Christmas Eve, and take it down after Epiphany. Anyone who does it otherwise is just wrong.
Of course, I have to think of David Tennant as Doctor Who wearing a paper crown. Or was it that other guy? The Royal Christmas message was also key in a Dr Who Christmas show. It’s been a helpful, if weird, way to learn British Christmas traditions.
Crimbo? Really? You didn’t just make that up?
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These are all perfectly normal to me. My mother’s family came from Scotland. (And no, we didn’t have haggis)
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