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Monday, December 12, 2011

An Old Fashioned Christmas...................

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When I think back on childhood and what the best memories were it was never about the gifts but about the family and friends. First of all because no one had a whole lot the emphasis was never on the gifts, even though as a child it was still exciting for me. I tried to believe in Santa but it was rather difficult when I always found my Mums hiding places for the gifts. I was an only child and can not say that I got a whole lot of material things. I was very happy with a book from my aunt and uncle and probably one from my Nan and Granddad and probably a couple of gifts from mum and dad I thought that was a lot. I remember that I would keep looking at them all day long. What I did enjoy most was the tree with real candles on it. We would light those Christmas morning. With the coal fire glowing and the candles twinkling it was just pure magic. Then the fact that my Dad's brothers stopped in for a Sherry. Later on my aunt and uncle would come over for the day and my Nan and Granddad would come too. We would have Christmas crackers and sit with silly hats on at dinner. Lots of laughing and jokes and stories and neighbours popping in and out all day long. When I was older I went with my Dad to visit his aunt and his Father. Mum would never go, she did not like my Granddad Burt. I went with Dad though and it was a further bond between us. I also got to go with the men down to the pub when I was old enough and I loved that. I remember one Christmas that it snowed, we had walked down to the Crown a pub in the village. The walk home was particularly merry and I can still see my Uncle Alan with rosy cheeks and a scarf around his neck as we threw snowballs at each other and pretended we were Yogi and BooBoo. Silly I know but well, as I said we were quite merry.
Mum always seemed to be in a snit because she had dinner ready most often 1/2 hour before the men got home from the pub. One would think she could have adjusted things but she never did and every year was the same. I think Dad just got used to it, the men would sit and snore the afternoon away until time for the Christmas cake or Christmas pudding.
I do remember looking out my bedroom window watching for Santa. The windows would be frosty and the room as cold as outdoors but sit there I would. I must have always fell asleep and now I think back I can say that my parents must have tried several ways to keep me in bed Christmas morning. One year they left my gifts on the end of the bed. Must have taken me five minutes to open them before running in to declare Santa had been. That one backfired. When the gifts were left under the tree I would go in wanting them to get up..............there is no way a parent can win on Christmas morning. I understand that now.

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4 comments:

Kathy said...

Hello, I have enjoyed my visit to your blog! Your ornaments are wonderful - it must have been nice to receive one from you. I have enjoyed reading about your Christmas memories, cats and those delicious looking desserts and foods - I am happy to be your newest follower - hope you stop by my blog to enter my giveaway!
Kathy
http://blissfulrhythm.blogspot.com

Jean-Marc said...

Lovely blog! I particularly enjoy hearing Christmas memories...it has always been my favourite season, and you cannot match a good, old-fashioned Christmas celebration! For myself, I am thoroughly enjoying the Christmas season here in Canterbury, though I shall, of course, return home for the holidays. Merry Christmas!

Cindy said...

Lovely memories, Janice. My sister and I talk about things like this, too. Also, we didn't get toys and things all year long as a lot of children today, so getting a doll or other toy at Christmas was a real treat! But, yes, it's the family and friends we remember and miss the most. I enjoyed reading your post!
Hugs, Cindy

Kathy said...

I do enjoy my return to your blog and to reading your wonderful Christmas memories. I think it is the events and people we remember more than the things. Thank you for sharing with A Return To Loveliness,
God Bless,
Kathy