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My Perfect Christmas Day – Lucy Wilding!
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Christmas has always been my favourite time of the year. From the day the Argos Christmas catalogue came out, and I’d go through it with a pen, marking all the things I loved (but knew I’d never get them all) to the Christmas nativity, songs on the radio and garish tinsel in Woolies; I was beyond myself with excitement.
The stall at school, where you could take 50p in to buy a present for a loved one, was my first experience in the magic of giving. I remember I bought my dad a peacock keyring one year and was so excited to see him opening it and how touched he was by it. (He still has it in a drawer somewhere, although I don’t think his keys ever dangled from it)
Christmas Eve was singing ‘The stocking song’ as we carried our stockings up to bed, struggling to get to sleep and meeting my little brother on the thresholds of our bedrooms at 3 o’clock in the morning. Shivering with cold, whispering to each other with chattering teeth, we felt all the goodies contained within Santa’s sock and wondered what they could be.
Christmas Day was filled with warmth, family, wonderful food, games, the Queen's speech and seeing who could keep their cracker crown on for the longest. (my Dad and I were the champions at this, often keeping them on when we went to bed that night) Now, with children of my own, I have tried to carry the magic into their Christmases. We still sing the stocking song, they still stand outside the living room door while I go in and declare ‘HE’S BEEN!’ In fact, I am so lucky that my childhood Christmases have become theirs because we all spend Christmas at my Parent's house as an extended family and, instead of it being Mum, Dad and 4 kids, there’s now 18 of us. And a lovely Cockapoo called Denis, who was named after my Grampa. He loved Christmas too. Family traditions are so important. But the most important thing about Christmas to me is giving: gifts, homemade goodies and love. And being surrounded by the ones you love xxx
The stall at school, where you could take 50p in to buy a present for a loved one, was my first experience in the magic of giving. I remember I bought my dad a peacock keyring one year and was so excited to see him opening it and how touched he was by it. (He still has it in a drawer somewhere, although I don’t think his keys ever dangled from it)
Christmas Eve was singing ‘The stocking song’ as we carried our stockings up to bed, struggling to get to sleep and meeting my little brother on the thresholds of our bedrooms at 3 o’clock in the morning. Shivering with cold, whispering to each other with chattering teeth, we felt all the goodies contained within Santa’s sock and wondered what they could be.
Christmas Day was filled with warmth, family, wonderful food, games, the Queen's speech and seeing who could keep their cracker crown on for the longest. (my Dad and I were the champions at this, often keeping them on when we went to bed that night) Now, with children of my own, I have tried to carry the magic into their Christmases. We still sing the stocking song, they still stand outside the living room door while I go in and declare ‘HE’S BEEN!’ In fact, I am so lucky that my childhood Christmases have become theirs because we all spend Christmas at my Parent's house as an extended family and, instead of it being Mum, Dad and 4 kids, there’s now 18 of us. And a lovely Cockapoo called Denis, who was named after my Grampa. He loved Christmas too. Family traditions are so important. But the most important thing about Christmas to me is giving: gifts, homemade goodies and love. And being surrounded by the ones you love xxx
Lucy
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