mine was when my Dad took a shovel of 'fire' from the grate and put it in the fireplace in my bedroom where the patterns of the fire danced on the ceiling, new PJs, a hot water bottle in my bed (no leccy blankets then) this was on Christmas Eve after I had been out Carol singing with my Church
magical, lovely memories
I was always left alone for a while as my nan insisted on a lunchtime trip to the pub. The only thing to watch on TV in those days was the visit to a children's hospital so that's what I did while eating the orange and lemon slices and drinking non-alc raisin wine.
I realize that not everyone has great memories of Christmas's past Prudie, but in this day of over indulging kids, we can look back and say, we didn't get much but we appreciated what we got
Mazie I would get a hammering in here if I has written all the people I wanted to invite..LOL
besides it would have exceeded the 200 mark..
no fire, no get together, I won't be here anyhow...ha-ha
Sorry bobbi, didn't mean it was a bad memory, certainly didn't feel hard done by at the time. These days it would be highly frowned upon - especially by my mum if I did it to my daughter LOL
I didn't like Christmas as a child - the ever-present silent tension between my parents and my grandmoth (my mum's mum) would usually surface over dinner and cause a row. I enjoyed the presents, but not being with my family, it was so wound-up it was exhausting!
Now, as a dad and grandad, it's fabulous, I get to help to create the loving relaxed enjoyable day I never had, so it's all good now.
Morning All - My memories are of finding sixpences and threepenny coins in the
Christmas pudding and nearly choking on them. Elf and Safety would'nt allow that nowdays and if they did, the coins would have to be soaked in antibacterial solution.
I have some terrible memories of childhood christmas's but I will stick to the good memories. They are 7 kids in our family and when we all lived in the same house christmas could be pretty immense. Whatever else was going on, Mum and Dad always wanted to make sure we had a good christmas and to them that meant presents so we would come downstairs in the morning to find half the living room filled with presents for us all. They would have to move the furniture to fit the presents and all of us in the room. Sometimes you wouldn't have noticed that Dad had disappeared for a minute and you would hear a knock on the door. Someone would be told to go and answer it to find a brand new bike sitting there. As a child, that was amazing!
I probably had more miserable ones in my first marriage with drink being the cause (from him) not me, I didn't back then
Morning DEN, aye that would be sacrilege now..LOL