Recently , I posted What I love about Christmas in this over 60 stage of my life. Even though Christmas now has a different meaning to me than in my younger years, there is still much that I love about it. That post caused me to think about what I loved about Christmas as a child and as a parent with a young family. Of course, as a child, Christmas was a very exciting time. I only have a few memories of Christmas during my childhood but they are great memories. However my best memories of Christmas are Christmas with my children. We always made Christmas a very, very special time and went over board with all the Christmas traditions. I do miss this time in my life, so today I’d like to relive some Christmas memories.
Our Christmas Pillowcase
When I was a child we didn’t have fancy Santa Bags or stockings to hang, as we are able to buy today. For us, it was a pillowcase at the end of our bed waiting for Santa. That pillowcase was always overflowing, so I’m sure we were quite spoilt by Santa. I loved reading stories about what Christmas was like on the other side of the world. Coming from the southern hemisphere, where Christmas weather is usually very hot, I couldn’t imagine a Christmas with snow and fireplaces. What did puzzle me as a child, was when I saw pictures in books, of stockings hanging by the fire. I was so glad we had pillowcases and not ‘real’ stockings. How much more Santa could fit into those huge pillowcases!
My first Christmas
The first Christmas I remember, was when I was almost three years old. That year I received what I thought was a huge bicycle. I have vivid memories of being very excited, and riding that three wheeled tricycle up and down our hallway, early on Christmas morning. I was sure I would be in trouble for riding the bike inside, but I didn’t care. I had this really big, shiny, blue tricycle and I was able to ride it. Of course, needless to say, I didn’t get into trouble.
My sister and I were two and a half years apart, and very different in our personalities. I’m not sure why, but Santa usually brought us many presents that were matching. I can remember well, the bride dolls, which were very popular at the time. I was blond and my sister was brunette. I had the blond bridesmaid and my sister had the brunette bride doll. I can’t imagine giving bride dolls to little girls these days, but the 1960s were different times with different values, so I make no judgement.
Memories of Christmas as a Mum
Fast forward to when I became a mother. With three children, Christmas was always fast and furious with lots of excitement and never a dull moment. I loved it! I loved the shopping, the gift wrapping and most of all I loved seeing those happy faces on Christmas day. With three children, growing very quickly, there was often a bike under the tree. That bike could be brand new or sometimes it was a hand me down from an older sibling, that had been repainted and refurbished to look brand new. Either way, there was always excitement plus when a shiny new bike was spied under the tree.
I’m not sure which child was the organiser, but every year, all three would gather together in the hallway, whispering excitedly, and creep to the Christmas tree, to get a glimpse of what Santa brought. There was always a bit of discussion about which pile of gifts belonged to which child. They would then creep quietly back to bed, until it was a reasonable hour to wake Mum and Dad. To this day, I’m sure they don’t know that we heard them, and would lay in bed listening to their whispers.
White Christmas in Australia
During their early teenage years, we decided to spend Christmas in the mountains, at Falls Creek. To our surprise when we arrived, late in the afternoon on Christmas Day, snow started to fall. It was light snow, but it was snow. Being summer in Australia, it was unimaginable and unseasonable for snow to fall in December. I’ll never forget that magical sight of watching the snow falling. The kids couldn’t believe it. For that reason alone it was a great reason to head to the mountains for Christmas. The snow very quickly cleared the next day, and we spent a memorable few days mountain bike riding, bush walking, reading and relaxing in the cool mountain air.
These memories are very precious to me, especially as I’m getting older, and Christmas is now a quiet time ,as the family is spread out and we no longer get together at Christmas. I’m able to catch up with my family but the catchups are all separate. These days, we don’t seem to be able to get everyone in the same place at the same time. We are now creating new memories and having three grandsons to enjoy at Christmas is making it special all over again.
I wish all my readers a very Merry Christmas. I hope you have a wonderful, happy and safe time with your families. My thanks to all, for supporting me during 2018. I appreciate your support and your comments more than you will ever know.
Do you have a special memory of Christmas? I’d love you to join in the conversation and promise to reply to all comments.