Yes, despite the last smattering of autumn leaves, Christmas is upon us.
I, as much as the next consumer, throw myself into the season mercilessly:
Of course, I used to have my own perfect Christmas when I was a kid. We would stay at my Gran’s house in Clacton, and have a marvie time. The whole family would gather together and have a right old knees up. This is after I opened my numerous presents. Those Christmases were wonderful.
Now, humour me. The lady on the left is an illustration of one of my aunties, the mini skirt and beehive embedded in my memory. All my aunties were wonderful and glamorous then. The lady in the middle is my Mum. Whether she actually had a dress like that is questionable. And the lady on the right is my Gran. I can still smell that whiskey and hear those tinkling bracelets. I worshipped the ground she walked on.
Everyone had a sing song then, you just made sure you drank enough!
These are my two cousins. This is an illustration of them playing a game while plotting the next awful thing they were going to do to me! Every Christmas, the deeds got darker. I was the youngest, you see. She-Devils both! Bless ’em – sigh!
These Christmas memories are so cherished and deeply embedded in us all. But one thing I have learnt, don’t ever try to repeat them. You will be so disappointed.
You can’t re-create this setting again. You’ll simply be disappointed. Believe me, I’ve tried….
Is it really so wrong to have a quiet one? Eat and drink yourself stupid, while desperately looking for something on TV? Didn’t Christmas TV used to be good, by the way? Or have I got that false memory syndrome?
Anyway, at least now I don’t have to crowd round a table for twenty two!
Here we are at our Christmas table. I’m on the left in the pink chair. If only I really looked like that.
Have a good week….