Having written several Christmas-themed posts over the past few years, I thought I’d hand over the task to someone else this year. In fact, three ‘someone-elses’. I asked my children to record their memories of Christmas as children. Today’s post features the happy memories of eldest son but before you read it, can I just assure you that we did get up early on Christmas morning but not as early as they’d have liked which was usually around 5am! I know I’ve shown this photo before, but here, once again, is this son’s blu-tack version of a Nativity scene
Christmas memoir – Eldest Son: Christmas was the most exciting time of the year. We would look forward to it right from September when we went back to school after the everlasting summer holidays. My brother and I would write down lists and an itinerary for Christmas morning which generally went something like this:
Wake up and open stockings
Go downstairs and look at presents
Play with main present
Play with stocking stuff
Do the Weetabix trick*
Play with each others main present
Look at presents again
Try to wake up Mum and Dad
Watch a video
Play with toys
Try to wake up Mum and Dad again
*The Weetabix Trick – we were never allowed to open our presents until we’d had breakfast. A rule which we considered overly unfair, and given how sick we felt with excitement, eating breakfast was an impossibility. Fortunately, we developed The Weetabix Trick. We’d crumble a few Weetabix crumbs in to a bowl and leave them on the side, giving the impression we had already had our breakfast.
In my head, we’d would get up about 2am on Christmas morning. Looking back, I’m sure it wasn’t quite that early, but it always seemed like hours and hours on our own before mum and dad got up. It always felt like we were up and about at this weird twilight time where nobody else was awake. Waking up in the morning was so exciting. We’d run in to each others rooms – ‘HE’S BEEN! HE’S BEEN!!!’, and going downstairs to open the door to the front room and being faced with what looked like an entire sea of presents covering the floor.
Once everyone was awake, we’d sit in the living room and give out all the presents. Only once all the presents had been given out were we allowed to open them. As children we’d always assumed this was what everyone did. It was only later in life I realised that lots of other people just tore in to their presents as soon as they saw them. I think, in hindsight, I preferred our way better. I remember always being excited when our Nan came round too, because that always meant more presents to open, and then after dinner, even more presents!
The best Christmas we ever had, unless I’m remembering it wrongly, was when we’d had all of our normal presents, and then later in the day were presented with a computer! And then, on top of that, pedal go-carts too!! I might be merging more than one year together there, but that’s how I remember it. It was so exciting getting the computer, we’d wanted one for ages and we couldn’t believe it when we saw it. At first we thought it was a TV for our bedroom!
Then a later ‘best’ was getting our Sega Master System console, and trying to set it up ourselves but failing and having to wait for dad to get up to sort it out for us. Christmas was the best when we were little, and it’s a time I always look back on happily.