Memories of Christmas Past
I have always loved Christmas. Money was always tight but my parents and Santa always tried very hard between them to make my childhood Christmases very special.
My childhood Christmases were homemade. It was a family affair. Mom made her own mince pies and sausage rolls. Grandma made the cake, which my Aunty decorated, and my great aunt made the pudding. The rum sauce with it did not come from Waitrose in a plastic tub with either. Waitrose was not even a twinkle in John Lewis’ eye back then.
We even got our turkey from my mom’s cousins who were farmers. And, for much of the seventies at least, the sprouts, carrots, parsnips and potatoes were grown in the vegetable patch in our back garden.
My sister would be glued to Blue Peter and produce a variety of homemade decorations – chains of coloured paper and balls made from old Christmas cards…
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