Today is cookie making day for the girls and I. So, while we create enormous amounts of delicious and hugely fattening goodies that will immediately be transferred to my butt, thighs and abdomen (but I'm smiling while it happens), here are a few memories of Christmas from my youth.
- My earliest Xmas memory was the year (circa 1963) I received my Tammy doll (instead of the Barbie I'd asked for which my Mom thought was too racy for a little girl). I loved Tammy dearly, and we had many years of happy play in her house at the bottom of my wardrobe.
- I remember a few years of transister radios and Nancy Drew books .... and many, many nights hiding under the covers with a flashlight, my earplugs and my latest book.
- I remember the Xmas my older brother built my excited anticipation daily by telling me about the wonderful gift he had for me under the tree. In the early hours of Xmas morning, I snuck out of bed by myself & without even looking at what Santa had brought, I found his gift, opened it ..... and discovered it was a potato! I was broken hearted! I crawled back to bed and cried and cried. .......... I remember sneaking back out to the tree, finding my gift to him, opening it ..... and eating every Turtle in the box (all 6 of them)! I then rewrapped his gift and went back to bed and cried some more. ..... But only after I'd washed off all the evidence, of course!
- I remember my Nanny always gave us flannel pyjamas, homemade mittens and our own individual little bags of candy --- every year! And I remember the year she made my dream come true and bought me a flannel nightie instead! Tres chic!
- I remember the Christmas dinner table. Few of the dishes matched, and not everyone could have a knife. But there'd be Mommy and Daddy, 4 sibblings and me, and my Nanny and Poppy ..... my Mom's wonderful turkey and savory bread pudding ..... tube-shaped cranberry jelly ..... and my Nanny's gorgeous Xmas pudding with caramel sauce.
So many happy childhood Christmas memories!
How about you. Do you have some favorites that come to mind automatically when you think of the Christmas' of your youth?