Memories Of Christmas

I love Christmas.  Don’t you?  I always have.  It’s my favourite time of year.  There’s something about decoratiing the tree and putting the lights up.  Everywhere just looks so merry.

Yet as you get older, as loved ones pass on, Christmas becomes very bittersweet.  I still love Christmas as much as I did when I was a kid.  I’m still a big kid at heart, anyway! 😉

But now Christmas is tinged with sadness.  I lost my dad when I was fourteen.  And my mother passed away fifteen years ago.  So at this time of year I tend to think of them more.  I remember Christmas as a child.  We would get up about eight.  We’d always have to have breakfast before opening presents.  Then after that we’d relax until three.  Then it was the Queen’s speech and the Christmas dinner.  Pulling crackers.  Silly jokes and sillier hats.  It was always the same.  Once i hit my 20’s I’d daydream about going away for Christmas.  Do something different.  Then my parents were gone and now I find myself wishing I could relive one of those Christmasses.  Just one.  I guess what I’m saying is appreciate everything you have.  If your Christmas is a bit dull, a bit quiet, still make the most of it.  because you never really appreciate what you have until it’s gone.

My mum used to make the best mince pies.  I’ve never seen them made that way anywhere else.  They had thick pastry that was very crumbly and flaky.  And utterly delicious.  I used to love them.  Why didn’t it ever occur to me to ask her for the recipe?  It’s too late now.  I’ll never taste a mince pie like that again.  It may seem trivial, but it’s part of what made Christmas so special.

Now that I’m married, my wife and I can make our own traditions.  But I’ll always look back on Christmasses in my past with a wistful sigh.


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