Jingle all the way

To the bank, that is.
Halloween is just around the corner, the clocks go back this coming weekend, and Christmas wares are fast appearing in the shops.
It seems weird being greeted by 2 ghoul mannequins in the foyer only to step into the main building to an array of fake trees and snow, Santa’s grotto, fairy lights and tinsel.
Maybe one year they’ll get confused and Santa will greet us at the door in October with  ghouls and ghosts in the ‘grotty’!
To be honest, sometimes I feel that is the case as Christmas has become so commercialised and lost a lot of its magic.
bellsI woke up this morning thinking about toys, which triggered the post that will follow this one.
I had some brilliant Christmasses growing up, many are documented here in my blog.
In my adult life, I took pleasure making Christmas special for the kids in my care, and still see vividly in my mind the face of one young lad on opening his gift of a ghetto blaster.
I have thoughts of the story of my Dad’s Christmas when he wanted soldiers, putting a pillow case at the bottom of his bed to find it filled with coal next morning, but ranks of soldiers lined up for his inspection downstairs, painted lovingly by his Dad, Grandfather and Uncles.

I remember so many times when money was tight, gifts were recycled, and car boot sales or auctions attended for items suitable for refurbishment or repair.
These days, gifts or cards are handmade and as original as possible, the true gift actually being Time to make or put things together for a specific individual.

I’m also a bit of a romantic when it comes to Christmas, lovely warm gooey feelings of the love that surrounds us all particularly at this time, excited children round trees, a baby’s fascination for twinkling lights well out of their reach, and the coziness of snuggling up with our partners at the end of the day.

But there are other Christmasses too, filled with sadness, frustrations, disappointment, hurt and anger.

Christmas is on my mind though having made my cards a little while ago, and posting off my token gift to Bro and the family in NZ today.
This year, we have decided to spend Christmas on the boat. It will be our first, and I am working on preparing Christmas dinner aboard without using the oven. Yes, we will have all the trimmings, but my microwave and 2 pans will come into their own, plus I have my ‘drop stuffing’ to fall back on.
It will also satisfy our curiosity regarding the rumour that the marina staff dress up at Christmas and come round to all the berth holders on Christmas Eve armed with mince pies and singing carols.
I wonder if the ducks join in?
singing singing duck


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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