Father
It has been a while since my last confession. Oh hang on a minute. Wrong script.
Let’s start again
Father Christmas, hello
You won’t remember me because I last wrote to you when I was 11, in 1979. And might I say, sir, that you have not changed a bit. What is your secret? What’s that? The love of Mrs Christmas? Oh that’s lovely. I have changed, sadly. I have three children of my own now, but then you know that as you have always been very generous to them, thank you. I have put on a few pounds since 1979, whereas you, well you have ummm maintained your weight beautifully. Well done.
So why am I writing to you now? Well you see, there is something that I would really really like for Christmas this year. Something that isn’t just for me, but is actually for the family too. And the deadline is today because you need to get the order into the elves so they can get it all sorted by Monday as they only have time to do five. So I am a bit last minute, again.
What’s that? Homework on the bus? Yes, Father Christmas, that’s me, yep, well remembered. Maybe I haven’t really changed at all.
What I would really like this year is a ski holiday. No wait. Hear me out, please. I would like to take my family on a ski holiday because we have never had one. Not just any old ski holiday either, but a Mark Warner holiday. I know I know, it’s a big ask isn’t it? But if you have two minutes I would like to explain.
I went on ski holidays as a teenager and loved them. Well I have to admit I didn’t the first time we went. It was Scotland and I was in ski school. My parents had arranged to meet me at the cafe by the chair lift at the end of the day. Sensible. Except the ski instructor was a bit of a <insert a word you can’t say in front of Father Christmas> and left me at the cafe at the bottom of the chair lift.
Without a lift pass
I was 10
And had to walk to the other cafe
Up a mountain
In ski boots
I am not even joking
I wasn’t very excited then when my parents announced the following October that we were going on a family ski holiday for Christmas. This didn’t fill me with much joy and cheer.
And then announced that as they had to mortgage their souls to pay for the trip we wouldn’t be having any presents either.
Yeah, you can imagine that face, can’t you?
But do you know what Father Christmas, I blummin loved it. I loved skiing. I loved it every year after that too. I can’t remember how many ski holidays we went on but I do remember loving them. Getting medals for completing weeks of ski school. Progressing from snow plough and huge turns to being able to traverse pistes. Yes, look, even picking up the lingo. To hearing my dad say “right you can get down anything now. It might take you an hour but you can do it, girl”. Reassuring me that the Wall of Death is just a joke and that it really wasn’t a black run with moguls. That seriously I could do it. And that bit the other side wasn’t really uphill but was in fact easy if you got enough speed up on the downhill bit first.
And as I bombed down the downhill bit and then fell over at the bottom because I was terrified my parents skied down and gave me a hip flask and said “have a little bit of that and then let’s do it”.
And we did do it. We got to the top of that uphill bit by walking up in our skis.
And as I looked back behind me I realised, aged 13 that nothing was impossible. That I could do anything. Little tubby me could conquer a black run and that meant I could conquer the world.
Skiing did that.
Oh and whatever that was in my dad’s hip flask.
When I left home, ski holidays stopped. I couldn’t afford to go. Oh and then I moved to Saudi Arabia for six years and I am sure it hasn’t escaped your attention, Father Christmas, but skiing in Saudi is a bit tricky. So I didn’t do it.
Until I met Mr B and we saw an advert in a Sunday paper soon after we met. It said that you could go on a mad ski weekend to raise money for Scope. You just had to ski 24 peaks in 48 hours. So off we went, raising over £3000 between us. And nearly killing ourselves in the process.
Digging out photos of me as teen for a blog post the other day I came across a pic of me with my mum on a ski holiday, and one with my dad too (don’t worry, we were all on the same holiday, just separate pics). I am smiling and am happy, and they are happy too. They are great family pics and great family holidays.
Next year we are not going to get a summer holiday. We normally go away for a few weeks in the summer but now that C is working and it looks like J is heading to uni it wont happen in the summer. A ski holiday would, therefore, be the perfect holiday for us.
We could have those happy smiley photos in our collection too. My teens could see what it is like to get a suntan that makes you look like a panda. Taste the best hot chocolate ever when you get to the chalet at the end of the day. Cake. Mmmmmmm cake made by the lovely people that run the chalets. Best cake ever.
E is doing GCSE PE and if she went on a ski holiday she could use that as her sport as she has to pick one major sport. That could be it! We just need to video her doing it. I promise I won’t video her falling over. Or post it on Youtube. And laugh.
I know that I will have to do lots of work for the holiday, firstly get fit. So I know I have to do my bit too. Maybe Mr B could video that and put it on Youtube and laugh? And I have to do lots of writing afterwards, and I promise I won’t leave the blog posts to the last minute and do them all on the bus.
Father Christmas if you could make it happen for us to go on a ski holiday with Mark Warner next year and make me a #MarkWarnerMum I promise I will never ask you for anything ever again.
Not even a Mulberry handbag. THAT’s how much I would love to go skiing.
Love
Mummy Barrow
Aged 44
Oh my you did the Scope gig??? Jason would die with jealousy! He’s been on at me to do that with him for years! Good luck and mud in your eye 😉
Do the SCOPE thing. Get fit and say you want to be in a medium-paced group, and you’ll have a ball.
Oh and leave your modesty at home…..
Do it do it do it. Seriously. Do it.
Brilliant as Ever T, good luck and hope to see the videos B takes of you falling and laughing 😉 no I don’t mean that, you will have an amazing time x
haha… thanks lovely
There will be no videos of me falling over. Not because I’m good, I just won’t let anyone else have a camera 🙂
HELMET CAM
Oh my, I think that the being left at the bottom of the ski lift incident would have put me off for life! We live so close to the mountains here that we usually drive, but actually having just read this, I might book something for a long weekend in the Spring so my two can experience what it feels like too (I hope they take after their dad in the ski ability department though, I hate it!)… Good luck, good luck and good luck! 🙂
Thank you! Do you think I could learn to ski and Tweet?
Argh! They LEFT YOU???!!!! Eek. I am sure you would have a wonderful time now though, good luck!
Left me. The people my parents had entrusted me to, left me. They were livid. I was knackered.
Brilliant post T I love skiing too, skied for years when I was in Italy – I’ll tag along to video Bruce tackle those moguls on the black run *grins*. Very best of luck to you x
I have only asked Santa for gin, I need to up my ante I can see that now 😉
Good luck and I fully expect a ski video of you on the piste if you go 🙂
Clearly Father Christmas HAS to hear you!!! I think you have deserved that holiday!!!!
I’m pretty sure you HAVE indeed conquered the world T!!! You’re like a one woman mission of success!
Good Luck!! xxxx
ooh I hope Father Christmas delivers – would be fab to do with the family.
Fab photos T, and lots and lots of luck. You deserve it. xx
Love this! Good luck x x
Oh I am loving your pictures, he he just fab to see young T at play! x
I hope Father Christmas is listening ……
How could Father Christmas resist? Good luck. x
I really hope you win, not just because you deserve it, but because I want to see a post of you and Santa on a ski-off down the piste!
I really hope you win, not just because you deserve it, but because I also want to see the post about your ski-off with Santa down the piste!
Good luck!
I do like it when you write touchingly – lovely post. Good luck. X
Love the retro look. Skiing is top of my to do list. It looks so amazing.
I’d be extremely surprised if you’re not selected now. I glad that skiing (and whatever was in your dad’s hip flask – gin perchance?) did that for you, and look at all that you have achieved since!
Best of luck.
Good luck – and expect to see a video of you going down a black run with hip flask in hand!