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'I still enjoy Christmas as much as I always have. This magical day may well have evolved over the years, but it still holds an important place in my heart. The memories I made as a child, still resonate with me today!'
Yes, we really are approaching that time of year again; Christmas is just around the corner, and already, my Christmas tree is up - bright, sparkling and full of memories from the past twelve months.
In recent times, I have used my Christmas tree as a staging post for everything that has transpired over the year. From World events to personal milestones, each important occasion is documented in the branches of my tree. I suppose in many ways, I am becoming far more sentimental the older I get, and for me, that is a natural progression. The people I had around me in the past are no longer there, and I yearn for a time, when friends and family echoed through the house. The voices are no more, but their importance is no less diminished.
Christmas is the season to look back, remembering happy, less complicated times; this year I want to ask you, the readers of Roaming Brit, to dig deep into your memories, and send me your recollections of Christmas, and the special moments (or not), spent with loved ones at this whimsical time of year. Whether a few words, a paragraph or two, or something longer, I really want to hear your thoughts.
For me, One of the most important evocations, is the time I spent with my late Mother, decorating the Christmas tree. With festive music playing on the wireless, we hung glass baubles, popular at the time, on the snow covered tree. It was 1977, Jubilee year, and the sitting room was decorated with paper chains, silver and gold lanterns and lots and lots of Christmas cards. Rainbow-coloured fairy lights, sparkled brightly, reflecting joviality all over the house, inviting light into a dark winters night.
Of course Christmas was so much more magical then, so as I finish preparations for a festive yuletide down under, I am inspired by the era In which I grew up, firmly rooted in the 1970s - a mish mash of styles, textures, colours, and an eclectic sense of wonder. At this dangerous time in World history; bright lights send a message of hope, as darkness falls across the World. This is a time to remember Christmases past, but also a period to reflect and recall all those who have died over the year.
Please send your Christmas memories to me at www.roamingbrit.com:
Text me at:
+61414409832
lukemartin.jones@gmail.com
In recent times, I have used my Christmas tree as a staging post for everything that has transpired over the year. From World events to personal milestones, each important occasion is documented in the branches of my tree. I suppose in many ways, I am becoming far more sentimental the older I get, and for me, that is a natural progression. The people I had around me in the past are no longer there, and I yearn for a time, when friends and family echoed through the house. The voices are no more, but their importance is no less diminished.
Christmas is the season to look back, remembering happy, less complicated times; this year I want to ask you, the readers of Roaming Brit, to dig deep into your memories, and send me your recollections of Christmas, and the special moments (or not), spent with loved ones at this whimsical time of year. Whether a few words, a paragraph or two, or something longer, I really want to hear your thoughts.
For me, One of the most important evocations, is the time I spent with my late Mother, decorating the Christmas tree. With festive music playing on the wireless, we hung glass baubles, popular at the time, on the snow covered tree. It was 1977, Jubilee year, and the sitting room was decorated with paper chains, silver and gold lanterns and lots and lots of Christmas cards. Rainbow-coloured fairy lights, sparkled brightly, reflecting joviality all over the house, inviting light into a dark winters night.
Of course Christmas was so much more magical then, so as I finish preparations for a festive yuletide down under, I am inspired by the era In which I grew up, firmly rooted in the 1970s - a mish mash of styles, textures, colours, and an eclectic sense of wonder. At this dangerous time in World history; bright lights send a message of hope, as darkness falls across the World. This is a time to remember Christmases past, but also a period to reflect and recall all those who have died over the year.
Please send your Christmas memories to me at www.roamingbrit.com:
Text me at:
+61414409832
lukemartin.jones@gmail.com
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