When I was little on Christmas Eve my Uncle Ernest would visit ( it was the only day in the year we ever saw him) and he would bring fab pressents, he has long passed away but I still half expect him each Christmas Eve. We would get so excited, his visit meant Christmas was really here. We’d put out a mince pie and whiskey for Santa (drink driving) and a carrot for Rudolph. We’d go to bed so over excited.
When I was little me and my sisiter Tricia would wake at 4 am or thereabouts. Mum would persuade us to go back to bed for another hour or so. That would be our max. We always had at least one pillowcase full of gifts. We would wait for mum and dad to emerge then open our gifts with huge excitemnet. Mum would spend hours cookuing lunch and we’d all sit at the table (which never happened normally ) and pull crakers and eat crisps with lunch which I always thought was a bit mad.
In the afternoon we would always go to Grandads where it was warm and lovely and Granny was in bed in the front room like in Charlie and the Chocolate factory. We would play cards or draughts on the floor with Grandad and he would cheat. Back home later and Dad would be watching the Two Ronnies and we’d play.
On Boxing Day we would go back to Grandads and play the snowman game. We would hide tiny presents for each other round the house and write poems with clues. We would stuff them inside the fabric Snowman till after lunch. My fave bit of Chritmas! We still do his today.
I have just read my Christmas story to my son who loved it. Do you remeber your Christmas past I bet you do. Why not tell your kids all about it x