Hello, I’m Elizabeth Coldwell, and my naughty but nice erotic Christmas story, Be Good To Your Elf, has just been released by MuseItHOT!
What’s my favourite part of the festive season? Between seeing my family all together, enjoying the delicious Christmas dinner my mum cooks every year and sharing in the ritual of exchanging and opening presents, it’s hard to find something I don’t enjoy. But there’s another yearly celebration I really love that takes place with a group of good friends - the next best people to spend Christmas time with if you’re not lucky enough to be with your family or a loving spouse/partner/children/pets (delete according to your own circumstances). That’s the party we throw every year while travelling on a train. Yes, a train.
The tradition started ten years ago. We’re all members of a group called the London Millers. Almost all of us were born in Rotherham, a small industrial town in the North of England, and we all follow our home-town football club, Rotherham United. Almost every Saturday from August to May, you’ll find us on a train, travelling to parts of the country we’d probably never visit if it wasn’t for the fact Rotherham have a match there. But joining the London Millers has helped us all get to know each other, and make friendships that extend beyond simply travelling to games together.
For reasons that are now lost in the mist of time, we decided that on one of the trips we made in December, we’d have a party, with crackers, party hats and all the trimmings. It was such a success, we’ve done it every year since. Organising the party is serious business. Jenny, who’s responsible for making all our travel arrangements, always brings the crackers. Chris, who lives in South London, brings a traditional English party nibble – home-cooked sausages on cocktail sticks (or, for variety, cubes of cheese and cocktail onions on sticks). Other people provide mince pies, sausage rolls, assorted canapés and, of course, a bottle or two of fizz. The very first year, one of the lads, Rob, had been to the Christmas market in Frankfurt a few days prior to the trip, so he turned up with a flask of very potent German gluhwein – nice and warming on a cold day, but not recommended in quantity. As for me, I love nothing better than a spot of baking, so I turn up with something I’ve made the day before. This year, it’s likely to be the old Yorkshire delicacy, parkin, which for those who don’t know is a spicy cake, similar to gingerbread, made with oatmeal and black treacle. It tastes as good as it sounds....
A couple of years ago, the match we were supposed to be attending was actually called off due to bad weather, but we had our party anyway, then spent the afternoon in a couple of the many fine pubs that Sheffield has to offer. Whether the team wins, loses or draws, however, we always have a good time on the trip – and we always have plenty of leftovers for the way home.
Our party this year will be on December 11th – by which time the snow that’s currently falling across the country may have thawed a little. Think of us as we pull our crackers and offer mince pies to our fellow passengers. And if you’ve ever held a Christmas party in an unusual location, leave a comment and let me and my fellow Musers know about it. Now, where’s my party hat?