Blimey, it only seems like a few months ago that the Christmas decorations where been packed up for another year and put up in the loft, out of sight out of mind!
But lo and behold, in only a few weeks we will be performing those Christmas tasks yet again, you know the ones, eat more than your stomach can possible hold, sleep it off for a couple of hours and then get totally sloshed with the same amount of alcohol that you would probably drink in the year.
Ok, this does make me sound a bit of a miserable so and so, but don’t get me wrong I do love Christmas, it’s the time when all the family meets up and gets on with each other fro a couple of days in the year before vanishing again, never to be seen again until next Christmas, but, probably the best thing about Christmas is the presents, the fun of seeing what Santa has left you under the tree.
Don’t go telling me there is no Santa, after all who do you think brings the presents and puts them there!
And at Christmas time you always seem to remember those find memories of a childhood Christmas and all the excitement it used to bring.
So, what’s your fondest memory of a Christmas gone by?
waking up to find a HUUUUUGE doll house waiting for me by the Christmas tree, loved that house!
I think my memory wasn’t so much the presents, but open the curtains when I was very little and finding everywhere bright white with snow.
@Sylvie Actually it wasn’t that big – it was just that you were tiny.
The first thing that came into my mind was a target my brother made for me so I could demonstrate how rubbish I was with a bow and arrow …….. it worked perfectly [how or where he made it so I didn't find out still remains a mystery] ……..
No precise one, but I strongly remember (my family was Catholic) waiting on Christmas Eve’s afternoon after preparing the tree and creche, for my mother to prepare dinner. Then my father wold come home for work and we wold lit the candles and open presents, then finally we wold eat a very rich dinner and sing Xmas songs. Nothing special, just a memory that’s at once melancholic and pleasant…
Oooo – it’s snowing …….. brrrrrrrrr
Mine is taking our sack of pressies down stairs and Mum had the real fire lit (at about 3am Christmas morning, I think Mum had only just got in bed) it was all snug and warm .. oh and the smell of Play Doh still reminds me of when I was ‘ickle
p.s. I want snow on my blog …. pweese [we have real sleet here just now]
I think what a person’s favorite memory is might change from year to year based on other things that happen in their adult life. For example.. after a death or a loss of a family member, one might find themselves recalling times with that person and feeling partial to those rather than something else.
I’m not sure what my answer is to that question right now. Maybe since the kids are all too old to believe in Santa, I might have to say my heartstrings tug at recalling those years where Mr. Frac and I would help them put out the milk and cookies, then wait till they were asleep and not only eat the cookies and drink the milk (leaving a mess of course) but since we always took time to leave a carrot and a plate of oats for the reindeer… we’d have to knaw on the carrot so as to make it look like it was nom nommed by a furry creature. We’d scatter the oats outside the front door and trail some back into the house, knowing full well that we’d have to hoover up our own mess the next morning.
It all sounds silly… but it’s a sign of love, these things we do/did for our kids.
One year I sneaked downstairs before sunrise Christmas day and discovered my new Diamond Back BMX bike with a ribbon on it. I know it was wrong, but I’ll never forget how great that bike looked in the half-light.
(peeks in to Damien’s bedroom while he snores)
(puts bowl of warm water on floor)
(puts Damien’s hand gingerly in it)
(tiptoes backwards holding back giggles)
@John – Do you realize you just got yourself on Santa’s naughty list?
Someone has got to say it …. *holds breath* ……. Santa isn’t REAL!!!!!!
@DaddyP – Excuse me?
Did you not read comment #8? Now you’re spreading a nasty rumour that I’m not real? Tsk tsk DP. You never say that when you need a paper retrieved from the floor at the office.
@Fracas: Santa screws with me, I’ve got him by the hockleberries.
@DP: Santa ‘is’ real. He jumped into MyBlogLog without proper support and didn’t have enough sense to privatize his URL’s information.
…haven’t bothered to check it since I told him how to do it before someone exploited it….but not before I took gratuitous trophy screen shots to brag to my grandchildren in years to come.
John(It’s not that I have a big ego, it’s that it’s well founded)C
Here we go DP: http://www.someecards.com/card/485
it’s not me saying!
I love a good paradox ……
DP: That was your wakeup call. (giggle snort)
How long has that stoooopid hat been on the header? This is going from bad to worserererer ………..
BTW are flying doctors called Para Docs? ….. and who mends them if their parachutes don’t open?
I suppose quacks would be called Para Ducks ……. just sayin’ ……….
DP ~ stop being such a Scrooge … it is a lovely hat .. I want one
I bet Sylvie’s got loads of them in stock …… goddesses!!?! HUH!!!
Nice Post Karen
And Merry Christmas To All In Advance
Regards
Nice hat in the header!
:chuckles:
Not to worry DP, when all the avatars are sporting hats again, you’ll feel better.
I think I’ll take a sedative …….
@DaddyP – I bet you’d like an egg nog to wash those down…
Are you trying to get me merry? ……. it’ll never work of course ……..
DP: you’re just holdin’ on to bein’ ‘resistant’ to Kevin’s persuasion.