Ghosts of Christmases past

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This morning I was rooting around in the back of the wardrobe, looking for decorations, and I started thinking about all the Christmases we've celebrated as a family. There are many more to come, of course, but here are some of the ones that stick out:

1. The Christmas I was 10 and my entire family (Mum, Dad, sister) were sick with the 'flu. I was forced to go to the puritans down the road for Christmas dinner. NO TV all day and they gave me goose. Bleugh.

2. The year my sister and I were both pregnant. We sat on the sofa with our enormous bumps, eating chocolates while The Men waited on us hand and foot. Two days later my sister went into labour.

3. The Christmas we gave our son – then four – his first bike. I'll never forget his little face when he saw it – he actually clapped his hands, he was so excited. Totally magic.

4. The year we went to Cologne. We had a lovely time at the markets and chocolate museum but it was the year the really heavy fog fell across Europe and all flights back to the UK were cancelled. Our only option was to take the train. 12 hours later, £500 poorer and having taken a very exciting train ride across Germany, France and I think Luxembourg we finally made it home. Just in time.

What are your memorable Christmas moments? I'd love to know.

written by Liz Jarvis


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5 Responses to Ghosts of Christmases past

  1. Brit In Bosnia says:

    Skiing in Sarajevo last year with my family. The ski slopes were in a Serb area, and they don’t celebrate Christmas until January 7th but everyone made so much effort to make sure that we all had a great time. It was pretty magical (and even softly snowed as we were all walking down the slopes to go to a restaurant for dinner!

  2. nappyvalleygirl says:

    Christmas three years ago was weird, but memorable. I had only just got out of hospital after having Littleboy2 (having spent a month there – ugh) and he had spent a week in the NICU as a premature baby. So we had done none of the usual preparation, and spent the whole time gatecrashing other people’s Christmases with a tiny mewlilng baby in tow. But I was so relieved to have him home it was probably the happiest Christmas ever.

  3. sam says:

    There’s always some memorable event comes from Christmas day – like my dad putting the turkey out to defrost about a week before Christmas day – it stank like a pig’s rear end by Christmas Eve when they brought it in to stuff and in those days there was no where to go to get anything else. Between us all we managed to rustle up enough meat to feed the family. Then there was the Christmas when Mum bought a turkey too big for the oven – and another when the oven broke down…wonder what’s in store for us this year…

  4. Sarah says:

    the day me, my dad, brother and sister sat down to pizza because my dad (a single parent) had forgotten to buy the food in time. (this was in the days when the shops would sell out as if there was about to be a war.) there wasn’t a war, but three quite grumpy teens. I look back and cringe at how ungrateful we were!

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