Monday, 10 December 2012
An olden Christmas
At last, Christmas morning
At last it had come, Christmas morning. The Christmas cards had been displayed on the mantle piece for weeks, school was over and yesterday, Christmas Eve, the Christmas tree had arrived and been planted in its bucket of broken bricks inside the front door.
We had all gone away to bed far too early to sleep but in great anticipation of hearing reindeer on the roof and of what the morning would bring.
And here it was - daybreak!
Just light enough to see that the empty pillowcase left on the end of the bed was now bulging with goodies.
Toys, books and lollies, a bag of seasonal fruit and a striped peppermint stick.
We had been good enough for Santy to come, not that we kids ever doubted it.
What a happy racket, now everybody in the house was up to share in the excitement. Out we rushed to see the tree - no longer drab in an old bucket, but decorated with tinsel and baubles, shiny glass balls and pretty lights, topped with a shining star and standing in a red wrapped container. Hidden amongst its branches were more presents to be opened later.
Out to the kitchen for breakfast, oh what a glorious sight. The walls were hung with green garlands and balloons and crepe paper streamers criss crossed the ceiling. Chinese lanterns hung down along with paper balls and bells. Santys elves had been extra busy while we slept unawares.
A wonderful morning finished off with our traditional roast Christmas dinner and plum duff filled with sixpenny pieces. And a small bottle of fizzy each.
Wishing you all the blessings of this Advent season.