Of Memories Of Christmas Past

Christmas is the one holiday I look forward to all year round. I see some shops have started advertising Christmas Specials, so its not too early to talk about the festive season………

You know its almost Christmas when you walk into a shop and they are playing carols and of course a Santa Claus post where you get your photo taken, sitting on s red suited guy’s lap. This is mostly kids stuff. I don’t think have had my photo taken with Father Christmas since I was in kindergarten. It used to be such a big deal and you would get a gift box too, I don’t remember if our parents paid for it, if they did they never said and we never thanked them for it.

Note to myself: This year I am definitely having my photo taken with Santa or I just might be Santa my beard is practically all white I could pull off the look.

Its weird how we grow up and things that seemed to be super important when we were toddlers suddenly have less significance. All the thoughts we lose on our way to becoming adults. I can remember past Christmas holidays from my childhood as if they happened just yesterday but I can hardly remember my last Christmas. If baby me met grown up me I wonder if I would like or even recognize me…..

Growing every Christmas we got new clothes, new shoes and then a gift probably a toy or board game. You would wake up on Christmas morning and you could practically smell Christmas. Christmas smells like my mum’s baking; a multi-coloured cake we called The Rainbow cake. I thought it looked a touch hideous but my grandmother loved it to bits so every Christmas it showed up; it was tradition.

I remember grandma telling me the story of how a saviour was born in a stable and lay in manger and how we must not forget the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas,

if it was not true then why do all the cows and goats wake up facing east, on Christmas mornings they watch the sunrise; to honour a king.

I never saw them actually do this and grandma used to laugh when I asked and she would say I was not waking up early enough…. I haven’t seen them do it but I tell the story anyway…. Just like how at midnight of the New Year, if you listen very carefully you can hear the New Year starting like a distant rumbling or earth quake….

Whats Christmas without a tree?

Whats a Christmas tree without decorations?

 

Whats Christmas breakfast without tea with jam and bread and cake

Whats Christamas without memories like these:

Christmas seems like an affair for children but don’t be fooled, the older generation are moved beyond words at a chance to see their children with their children’s children and possibly their children’s children’s children since it now seems we only ever gather like this at funerals….

Writing this post has put me in the festive spirit and this Christmas I will definitely put in the effort, I’ll even buy cards and post them, I’ll dress up in a red jump suit and give gifts, I will tell stories and create timeless memories……

Stay festive

~B

PS and of course a barbecue…..

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