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Yesterday we put the Christmas decorations up at home; my Aunty was reluctant at first, since she normally decorates the house in December. Along with my Cousin Rachel, we did eventually persuade her to at least bedeck the sitting room.
This will be the first family Christmas I have been a part of in many years, probably about twelve in total. The festive season was always a happy time for me, magical and full of wonderful memories, spent with family and friends, but somewhere down the line all that changed and Darrell and I spent every Christmas on our own.
As a couple we very much tailored Christmas to our own needs, often inviting the odd waif and stray, who had nowhere else to go, giving them a Christmas meal and drink or two; it's what friends do, in the spirit of the day. It does always seem odd to me, that with all the friends we had as a couple, we were never invited somewhere for Christmas, but I understand this is a time for families and we really didn't fit into that mould.
My memories of Christmas go back as far as my early childhood, walking down stairs in the early hours, to find a lounge full to bursting with presents. The morning spent with my parents and an evening at my Nan's house, only a short walk away were all part of the annual festivities. These were fun filled, joyous Christmases surrounded by family, playing party games, eating copious amounts of food, drinking a Babycham or two and opening gifts, under a large tree.
Of course Christmas does change the older you get; most people have their own children and their celebrations evolve to encompass their new role in the World. Darrell and I never had kids of our own, consequently Christmas Day gradually became quieter and quieter until we moved to Spain and never really celebrated the season at all. That was a sad irony for me; the person who enjoyed the fairy lights, Christmas Carols and giving of gifts, had become bitter and resentful; by the time last Christmas arrived, I was reluctant to celebrate at all.
This year I am thankful to be around my kinfolk and can put the last twelve Christmases behind me. I am looking forward to spending quality time with those close, especially since I am not working on Christmas or Boxing Day. Darrell will be ten thousand miles away, over the other side of the World with his Mother on December the 25th, the only blot on my festive landscape....I can only look forward to a time when we can celebrate Christmas together once more, no longer estranged from family and loved ones and firmly back in the fold!
This will be the first family Christmas I have been a part of in many years, probably about twelve in total. The festive season was always a happy time for me, magical and full of wonderful memories, spent with family and friends, but somewhere down the line all that changed and Darrell and I spent every Christmas on our own.
As a couple we very much tailored Christmas to our own needs, often inviting the odd waif and stray, who had nowhere else to go, giving them a Christmas meal and drink or two; it's what friends do, in the spirit of the day. It does always seem odd to me, that with all the friends we had as a couple, we were never invited somewhere for Christmas, but I understand this is a time for families and we really didn't fit into that mould.
My memories of Christmas go back as far as my early childhood, walking down stairs in the early hours, to find a lounge full to bursting with presents. The morning spent with my parents and an evening at my Nan's house, only a short walk away were all part of the annual festivities. These were fun filled, joyous Christmases surrounded by family, playing party games, eating copious amounts of food, drinking a Babycham or two and opening gifts, under a large tree.
Of course Christmas does change the older you get; most people have their own children and their celebrations evolve to encompass their new role in the World. Darrell and I never had kids of our own, consequently Christmas Day gradually became quieter and quieter until we moved to Spain and never really celebrated the season at all. That was a sad irony for me; the person who enjoyed the fairy lights, Christmas Carols and giving of gifts, had become bitter and resentful; by the time last Christmas arrived, I was reluctant to celebrate at all.
This year I am thankful to be around my kinfolk and can put the last twelve Christmases behind me. I am looking forward to spending quality time with those close, especially since I am not working on Christmas or Boxing Day. Darrell will be ten thousand miles away, over the other side of the World with his Mother on December the 25th, the only blot on my festive landscape....I can only look forward to a time when we can celebrate Christmas together once more, no longer estranged from family and loved ones and firmly back in the fold!
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