Hey everyone and welcome to Blogmas Day 10!
We all have memories of Christmas as a child. Memories of traditions that some of us now use with our own children. Today I wanted to share my memories with you.
To set the scene I lived with my mum, dad and my younger brother. I always remember on Christmas Eve going to the shop where my nan worked. They would have all these yummy nibbles out the back and we would sneak out there and have a little feast. When my Nan would finish work we would all go over to her place. We would be joined by all my Cousins, Aunts and Uncles and we would all exchange our presents…but we were never allowed to touch or peek until Christmas Day! I would get home and we’d eat mince pies and I always watched Wallace and Gromit and also The Snowman before bed.
Back when we were kids we would have a sack and a stocking, so we’d leave that out for Santa, along with a small glass of milk, Mince Pie and a Carrot for the reindeer, these are traditions that I have continued with as I had my children.
Going to bed was always frustrating albeit exciting. I always marched to bed determined that I would just squeeze my eyes shut and fall asleep so that the morning would come round quicker! Boy was I wrong, I could never ever sleep on Christmas Eve (still can’t now) the sheer excitement of the next day and what Santa may have left me was too much!
By some miracle morning would soon come and with a couple of hours sleep under my belt, I would wish and wish for my parents to get up so that we could go into the living room. My Dad had this rule that no one was to go in the living room until the adults had got Tea/Coffee, of course this just felt like forever! Eventually we would get into the room full of presents and have an absolute ball!
We would have a cooked breakfast in the morning and our Christmas Dinner at 1pm. My Mum would then do the washing up (also took forever) we’d sit and have pudding and then the Tree presents could be open, all while watching Christmas Top of The Pops! By the time that was all done it was time for my Dad to have his annual Christmas Day Nap. Me and my Brother would sit happily and play with our toys until it was time for Tea. Tea was always a buffet style, sandwich’s, crisps, sausage rolls etc, we’d then sit down to watch the Christmas Soaps and make our way to bed!
So there it is. My memories of Christmas as a child. I hold these close to my heart because just typing them out on here makes me happy and I’m grateful to my parents for leaving me with such eventful memories.
I will see you all tomorrow for Blogmas Day 11!