My Christmas Memories
I'm what you call a Christmas person;
I love the festive season and all it stands for. I always leave my shopping till the last minute so I end up trawling malls and supermarkets until the wee hours, but for me that’s part of the fun. When my children were little I used to put white talc on the floor to pretend it was snow and even a piece of ripped red cloth saying it was Santa’s pants.
Living in North Island of New Zealand, we have warm Decembers and so sitting down to turkey and plum pudding can be an effort, but believe me when I say my family have always managed it. Over indulgence is the buzz word for us!
I was raised in a big bustling English family who embraced holidays and most especially Christmas. For us the celebrations started on the 24th December and ran to the 26th and usually the 27th December was spent in a languid stupor on the couch eating leftovers.
Traditions change and morph as family members come and go and my particular contribution was having a hand in changing the stocking placement on Christmas Eve in my family.
Never the bravest of children at any time, my earliest memory is of my mother placing my stocking at the end of the bed, then kissing me goodnight after telling me that Santa would not come and fill it until I fell asleep. The knowledge that a large, fat, bearded man would enter my room whilst I slept did not sit well with me. Firstly there was the possibility that he may see that I sometimes slept with my mouth open making a delightful (in my father’s words) snuffling sound. Secondly he might see that sometimes my bladder control was not as good as perhaps it should me. Thirdly, and to my mind the clincher, was my older brother slipping quietly into my room when my mother left and telling me that he had heard that Santa sometimes takes a child in exchange for the gifts he leaves, (you've gotta love an older brother). I screamed and cried for long enough that finally my father gave in and placed our stockings in the lounge, they would never again be on placed at the bottom of my bed while I still drew breath.
The games in my family were not for the fainthearted. We played hard and fast, and took no prisoners - and that included the adults. My personal favorite was Tinker Bell's Journey. The room was in darkness, a large white sheet was strung across the room and you were led to the front of it and lowered to your knees. A pleasant voice would then tell you to follow the light as Tinker Bell took a journey. Lulled into a false sense of security you arrived at the top after a lovely tale, to a glass of water hurled in your face.
Christmas Day was spent laughing, drinking and eating, with of course the exchange of gifts, and yes I got my share of embroidered hankies and hideous knitted garments. However for me the one thing that I always remember about Christmas is the love we as a family share and the laughter, and hot summer days. Here’s hoping there are plenty more.
Have a great Festive Season everyone.
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