I must have been a relatively well-behaved little boy this year as Santa was kind enough to bring me lots of nice things. Thank you to all those who sent me gifts via Father Christmas.

Blogworthy pressies included two PlayStation 3 games (DJ Hero and the latest addition to the Call of Duty series), which I will no doubt write about at a later date when I have had chance to play them.

Slightly embarrassing was a Leeds United bedcover I received. Even more embarrassing as I had actually asked for it! I am trying to convince myself that it is OK to own a football-related duvet, despite not being five years old. My argument being, if they were only designed for kids, they wouldn’t make them in a double bed size.

Christmas Day was spent, like millions of people in Britain; eating, drinking and watching rubbish on the television. The only notable TV offerings being The Royle Family and an animated adaptation of the kid’s book, The Gruffalo.

Christmas dinner was very nice – the highlight of the meal being pigs in blankets. It was a pity so few were on my plate, as those delicious bacon-coated sausages are the food of kings and miles better than turkey, goose or whatever fowl people eat at Christmas. Next year I think I will just have a whole plate of pigs in blankets – that would make me very happy indeed.

Believe it or not, there isn’t much else to say on the events of Christmas Day. Unlike some families, we didn’t go for an afternoon walk in the country, we didn’t all sing and dance around the tree and we certainly did not play charades.

Part 2 of my Christmas blog, which took place on Boxing Day and included a trip to the seaside and an evening with Claire, will follow soon.