Christmas can be the most magical time of year, especially if you have the pleasure of sharing it with bright eyed wondrous little ones who still very much believe. Santa always loved one of mums special icing topped mince pies and a very large Remy Martin as I recall! For others it can be utterly miserable, especially if you’ve lost loved ones or are having financial burdens. The latest X Box won’t just magically fall down your chimney! Then, let’s not also forget the millions of people who have to tirelessly work over the festive period in order to keep the rest of us in good health, safety, mince pies and booze!
There is so much emphasis these days on consumerism and over indulgence and so little time actually focused on what is the true spirit of Christmas.
Don’t get me wrong, I personally love visiting Selfridges at this time of year, reveling in the bright lights and baubles, the ever fantastical window displays and catching up with much loved friends over a glass of festive cheer, or 4! Hiccup! I also love the thrill of picking out very personal presents and the joy of giving. Although I always seem to come home with "extras" for myself. One for Kellie, one for Cat!
So what is this thing we call Christmas?
Whilst for some Christmas might signify rejoicing and celebrating in the birth of the Baby Jesus, re-affirming the religious beliefs that might take a bit of a back seat throughout the rest of the year (who can resist a Nativity play after all?) I was once myself the Virgin Mary but only, as I recollect, because I was on the petite side, as was the previous year's Mary, so the costume fit!!! For others, it might be about spending quality time with family and loved ones and bringing the clan together. Or maybe you just prefer to wind down and relax, taking some much needed time out to recharge your batteries before a new year, full of fresh optimism and renewed vitality is ushered forth.
Christmas has its own unique meaning and traditions for us all.
It’s a time of year that makes me nostalgic for bygone days.
Remembering the extended family who are no longer around and all the glorious times we were fortunate to spend together. If only I had access to the archive of photos. I think I’ll take a little trip down memory lane when I’m back up at the BBD’s. It’s been a while since I looked at our old family photos. Little Cat with my then ginger hair and chubby legs!
What wonderful memories do you have of Christmas past?
Grandma Dot always loved a pork pie and a wee dram of whiskey. We’d visit their cottage on Christmas morning and have a celebratory snowball whilst Mum would have a Sherry! We bought Grandad Daniel a Terry’s chocolate Orange every year and Dad always (still does) bought mum an Estee Lauder perfume set in John Lewis. They carefully and pristinely wrapped it for him, usually in expensive metallic paper with a matching resplendent ribbon and bow, so that was a bit of a giveaway really!
I remember vividly the year my sister “Mummy Lou Lou” and I came downstairs and there, in the middle of our living room, with its glorious 1970’s style patterned carpet, was Rudolf and his sleigh piled high with our presents. The presents that we’d gone through the Argos catalogue circling months before!!! Did you guys do that too? Always loved flicking through the toy section of Argos!
What a wonderful site for two little girls to behold, Rudolf in our front room!
We were no doubt in our matching pyjamas at the time with our little boy hair-cuts. Back then Dad worked at the YEB (Yorkshire Electricity Board) and the cardboard cut-out reindeer and sleigh had been part of an indoor Christmas installation which he had brought home as a surprise for his little girls. Truly magical.
So you see, Christmas also makes me appreciate the wonderful parents that I’m blessed to still have around. I cherish each and every Christmas that we still have together, more than the last.
I was what my mum would call “a little bugger” when I was younger and had an uncanny, some might say “witchlike” ability to guess what all my presents were before I’d opened them. Don’t’ tell her will you but I used to peel back the cello tape and sneak a peek when her and Dad were round at the Working Men’s Club on a Sunday evening and Grandad was having a little shut eye whilst babysitting us!
I still remember now the year I got a Girls World and that year Mum (sorry, Santa!) forgot to put my Sindy Horse under the tree and left it at the back of the wardrobe upstairs and the first time my sister and I, spoilt as we always were, had our first computer! Yes, an actual computer! It was a ZX Spectrum 64 and we played Pac Man, Jet Set Willy and Manic Miner on it for hours!! That was quite possibly the last time I had any interest in computer games whatsoever. Sorry Franco! I would have made the perfect girlfriend back then sharing in your love of gaming.
I think I may have finally written myself into the Christmas Spririt too! Given the amount of snow piling up on my decking outside, I think today I will be mostly trimming my tree and drinking mulled wine!
But before that even, time for a mince pie and sitting down to write my letter to Santa.
Now where is that Space NK and Annoushka jewellery catalogue, I’m going to need to have a good old thumb through those?