I was recently contacted by Debenhams, and asked if I would like to join them in getting into the christmas spirit, by sharing my christmas traditions or memories. As this has always been a happy time for me, how could I refuse to say yes.
Christmas for me always started with the catalogues where I would go through and mak off everything I wanted, and of course the advent calendar. Although when I was younger an advent calendar would be a window where you opened to see which picture you would get, these days they have chocolate, and adult ones with make up, nail varnish, wine, beer and much more.
When I was a child, we lived in the South and my grandparents lived in the Midlands. As my Dad used to work Christmas Eve, we would always travel up to my Grandparents after he had finished work. When I was younger I was obvious to the fact that the boot was filled with presents for me.
The journey at Christmas always seemed to take forever, but as landmarks came and went along the way, I knew we would soon be there. After we arrived and had settled in my Parents and my Grandad would head off to the pub for a Christmas drink, while me and my Grandma would stay at home, chatting and laughing. She would always prepare cheese and crackers for when they came home and I would have a hot chocolate. We would then make our way to the village church for midnight mass.
Once we got home, I would put out a drink of whiskey for Father Christmas and a mince pie, and leave a carrot for Rudolf. One year, I was upset as he had taken the plate and glass with him, yes my Grandma was a nightmare for clearing things up.
My Grandparents lived in a Chalet style bungalow, which my Grandad had built, it had two bedrooms upstairs and a bedroom downstairs, where I slept. I was always shouting out asking if it was time to get up yet, apart from one year, when I was asleep and opened my eyes and swear I saw Father Christmas come into my room. I lay there so silent and refused to shout out.
We always knew when it was time to get up, as my Grandad would turn all the lights on, come clomping down the wooden stairs and be singing at the top of his voice, he always made out he hated christmas but was just as excited as I was. He would make a cup of tea for everyone and then go back to bed. I used to open the door holding my breath hoping I had been good and Father Christmas had been, I was never disappointed.
As I grew, it became a tradition that I made sausage rolls and mince pies every christmas eve, and this is something I still do today, sometimes with the help of my Daughter.
When she was little, we had a tradition where she would go out and sprinkle special reindeer food with her Dad on the front so they would know where to come. She would leave out a drink and mince pie for Father Christmas and a carrot for Rudolf.
What traditions do you have in your family?
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