‘When you look back on all the Christmases in your life, you’ll find you’ve created family traditions and lasting memories’ – Caroline Kennedy
When I asked some of my best blogging friends to help me out with a 12 Days of Christmas blog series, I had no idea we would all have so much in common. This was particularly prevalent when Gemma from Missus Wolf wrote about her favouite Christmas memory and turned out, apart from the sisters, her Christmas day routine is almost exactly the same as mine….
I have a feeling that my favourite Christmas Memory will be re-written this year. And perhaps for many years to come. As this is the first one where I have a little human of my own to share the magic with.
But as for Christmas past, my favourite memory is not actually a specific Christmas. It’s not a specific present or year in par”cular.My favourite Christmas memory is that of how I spent Christmas collectively as a child.
We spent Christmas Day at my grandparents’ house in Nottingham. As we lived in the North East, Christmas Day consisted of travelling to their house. But that was part of the excitement. Christmas Eve, I’d rally my two younger sisters together and we’d watch Santa Claus: The Movie, The Snowman and in the later years, The Nightmare Before Christmas. We’d have ourselves a little ‘Christmas Eve’ party (which was held in alternative bedrooms each year). There’d be snacks of Twiglets, Selection Boxes and Quality Street before we said our goodnights and tucked ourselves up in bed. Where we’d eagerly await for the man in red to arrive.
On Christmas Day, we’d do the kid thing and wake our parents annoyingly early. As we had to travel, we had to get dressed straight away into our Christmas party frocks. We’d all file downstairs and stand in line outside the living room door. Waiting to see if he had been.
Our dad would go in first using his stage voice of ‘I’m just checking to see if he has been’ while he scurried in to set the camcorder up. Ready to capture our reactions. As he excitedly shouted back that yes, Santa had indeed been, we all entered the room and scrambled to the tree. Being the eldest, I took it upon myself to hand the presents out until we all had our own piles. Then it was a free for all as we ripped the paper off and cooed over our toys.
It’s funny how you become creatures of habit. We always kept the same side of the room each year.And once all the presents were opened, we picked our favourites and packed them into the car. The rest were taken to our rooms to play with when we returned just before New year. The drive always went quick (for us kids anyway). We were entertained with our new toys, sang songs, played car games, and had a nap. Life was good. Plus there was the anticipation of my grandma’s amazing Christmas dinner and the chance toopen yet more pressies.
We’d arrive just as Top of The Pops Christmas special was playing on the TV. We tended to have Christmas Dinner while this was on. Once we’d pulled our crackers and eaten, it was time for more presents. Again, same positions taken up and presents distributed as before. Another camcorder came out to play, this time my Grandad’s.
More exciting toys and presents ensued. After all the excitement, my sister and I would play with our toys as the grown-ups watched the Christmas Telly with their feet up. Oh. And the bossy big sister would come out. I’d organize a Christmas ‘performance’ with my sisters, aptly named Sister Act. It would involve dancing, singing and instrument playing (depending on the instrument flavour of with month). One year my sister played the clarinet. The grown-ups endured this year in, year out. Embarrassingly this went on into my teens too.
So it’s not specific to one year. That’s my childhood memory of Christmas as a whole. And I’m excited to start new memories with my own little family now.
That’s what it’s all about.
Who you share your day with.
Love Missuswolf xxxx