This is me and my bro. I think I was about five, maybe six. We loved Christmas – it was so exciting, right? Getting our advent calendars all sparkly and bright, opening the little windows each day. It was great. And then the night before Christmas finally came.
Christmas Eve was magical. Mum used to turn the lights down low and play Christmas greats by Nat King Cole. Dad would sit in his favourite chair with a whiskey by his side. There was always a punch bowl of eggnog for people popping by. Presents were under the tree beckoning to be unwrapped. By the morning there mountains of them. Some from Father Christmas, others from family friends. Big beautiful bows on big beautiful boxes. It used to take us hours to unwrap, all the while squealing in delight with each new discovery.
Christmas lunch was a feast. We usually sat down at 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Everyone wore silly hats from Christmas crackers – remember those? There was always a whopping great turkey filled with stuffing, roast potatoes and sausages, brussel sprouts, peas and carrots, pineapple rings sautéed in butter, lashings of gravy, minced pies and cream, and of course the pièce de résistance – Christmas pudding in flaming brandy.
I miss those days. Merry Christmas everyone.