Hello everyone and welcome to day 5 of Blogmas. I can already envision that this post is going to be quite rambly so apologies about that. I’ve attempted to structure this about 98,000 times and it’s just not working out.
Anyway, today’s blog post is all about the memories I have of Christmas as a child. In hindsight, this post sounded like a great idea. However, I have the memory of a goldfish so sitting down and trying to remember what exactly I did at Christmas as a child is actually quite difficult.
Regardless, I have some memories stacked in my brain so let’s get to it!
One of the first memories I have as a child was being given this book when I was three years old. It was one of those books where it mentioned you by name and it was a story of how you woke up to find Santa in your house and he took you with him to deliver presents. The reason why I remember this is because my parents told me that this had genuinely happened and I was given this book as memorabilia. I can still visually tell what the pictures in the book looked like. It’s a shame that I don’t have it anymore as I’d love to read it again.
On a different subject, does anyone else ever get this urge to read books that were your absolute favourites as a child to see whether they still hold up? Jacqueline Wilson and Roald Dahl spring to mind for me. Perhaps I should buy some of those books one day and give them a read.
Anyway, the next Christmas memory I have as a child is being given this massive Barbie jeep when I was around 7 years old. It took up an entire section of my room because of how huge it was. This is so funny to me now because my Mum has always mentioned how she rushed over to Toys R Us on Christmas Eve to go and get this for me. I don’t think I played with it that often because I was just in awe of how big it was!
One of my favourite Christmas memories as a child is almost like a collective memory. When I was about 3 years old and onwards, my family used to have this tradition where we would all go out for dinner on Christmas Eve. This included what felt like the entire extended family at the time. I used to get all dressed up in my new dresses from George at Asda and my Mum would crimp my hair for me. I remember at the table we were sat at one year there was this ledge near the window. I got up on it and begun singing Silent Night and I made my Mum cry. Singing careers have to start somewhere you know.
In keeping with the collective memories, I remember how each year we used to swap around where we spent Christmas Day and Boxing Day. So, one year we would spend Christmas Day with my Mum’s side of the family and Boxing Day with my Dad’s side of the family and then that would switch around the following year.
Writing this has actually made me remember a few more memories but this post would be 10,000 words long so I think I’m going to leave it here. Thank you so much for reading and I shall see you tomorrow!