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December 16, 2010 by Domestic Goddesque 5 Comments

The ghost of Christmas past

Christmas always had a precision to it. I awoke on Christmas morning, more often than not was awoken by my younger brother, and sat on my bed unpacking my stocking. Once I’d reached the tangerine and gold chocolate coins that were tucked at the bottom, I’d take my stash into my parents’ bed and show them all that Santa had given me. After my brothers had done the same, mum would go downstairs to get us all a drink. I never understood until I was older and she told me, that is was actually to turn the Christmas lights on and check the turkey.

Once we’d all had the obligatory drink and put on our dressing gowns, down we’d go, picking our places in the sitting room and then waiting whilst Brother Neal distributed all the gifts. Only when the last present had been dispensed could the carnage of paper ripping and box trashing begin.

There was a routine that followed which included having chocolate for breakfast, getting dressed in the new outfit that Santa had given us, and filling the house with young squaddies from the local barracks who didn’t have anywhere else to go. And I have so many funny memories of those days, but it’s the first few moments in the day that I treasure most. The quiet before the chaos, when we were just five, illuminated by lights and surrounded by love and carols.

Please take a look at the other entries for this week’s Writing Workshop, and Christmas Challenge.

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  1. Helen says

    December 18, 2010 at 09:45

    Mmmm…chocolate for breakfast! Loved your last sentiment… "just five". Beautiful, and truly the stuff of which fond childhood memories are made.

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  2. emmylou says

    December 17, 2010 at 17:20

    Fabulous post, great memory. Our Christmas had a similar routine to it. Thanks for sharing, I shall stop by again x

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  3. SusanKMann says

    December 17, 2010 at 16:39

    Aww what a lovely memory. Thanks for sharing. Like Emma I wish I had a brother or sister to share all of this with. x

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  4. The Paw Relations says

    December 17, 2010 at 10:09

    What a beautiful memory! We have the tradition of chocolate for breakfast too.

    Herding Cats x

    http://seathreepeeo.blogspot.com

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  5. Emma says

    December 17, 2010 at 05:23

    I love hearing stories like this, I had great Christmases but always wished I had a brother or sister to open presents with!

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