Memories of Christmas Past

Memories of Christmas Past

I remember as a child, Christmas was an event. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were spent at our house. My mother’s brothers, sisters, their spouses and kids, some of my dad’s siblings, spouses, and kids, and sometimes neighbours and friends, joined in the visiting, eating, singing, and gift giving on Christmas Eve. Santa would make an appearance (Uncle George, or Uncle Charlie), And my sister and I would get to open a couple of gifts, as did our cousins. Christmas Day was spent helping Mom get ready the turkey, and all the traditional fixings. The table would be set with the “good”  china, and real silverware. We’d say a traditional Scottish grace, pop the Christmas crackers, and don the paper crowns before digging in. Uncle Jimmy always thought it was funny to put one of the big turkey legs on my sister’s, or my plate. After supper, we kids would play with our new toys and games.

many of these memories were captured with an old movie camera, which I’ve had transferred to DVD. It’s the only way my grandchildren can get a real sense of those wonderful Christmases.

I want to wish all my fellow bloggers, followers, and readers a blessed Christmas and New Year!

(photo courtesy of Pixabay)


26 thoughts on “Memories of Christmas Past

  1. I’m embarassed to tell you how old I was before I learned that a Christmas cracker wasn’t something to put peanut butter on! We share a lot of memories; Merry Christmas to you, and best wishes for the coming year.

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  2. What awesome memories! It’s so wonderful that you got to experience such a love-filled celebration of Christmas. And it’s even better that some of it was captured on film!

    I hope you have a merry Christmas and a fantastic New Year!

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