A bit of fun and nonsense for December posts, plus a few happy memories of Christmases past. Hopefully I can keep it going every day between now and the 25th, so my offerings will be haphazard and leading up to Christmas, not the twelve days thereafter.
A partridge in a pear tree
Well, we don’t have a pear tree, and the apple tree in the garden is only just starting to get established.
It wasn’t a partridge either, but a turkey, and a frozen one at that.
Hubby named it Eric and holding it aloft, chased me round the supermarket with it.
Those were the days when I cooked a complete bird for us, doing so overnight so that the oven was free for the rest of the festive trimmings.
Our first Christmas was in a rented flat, our Christmas tree the top that had broken off a bigger one (Hubby got it for a pound), and we sat on the floor at a coffee table to have our dinner as we had little in the way of furniture.
We had little, if any, spare money, and did all our gift shopping at car boot sales.
Hubby’s gifts were in a big box tied up with ribbons and balloons and included a packet of peanuts, cheese and onion crisps, a chocolate Father Christmas and a ‘movie’ key ring with a clip of the Pink Panther in it plus some other silly things.
It was one of the best Christmases I’d ever had, which goes to show that you don’t have to spend a fortune to have a good one.
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Oh di, I love that song, on the first day of christmas
I had some writing paper that had pictures round the edge denoting the 12 days.
Sweet memories!
That’s a wonderful memory. And to be honest it does sound line a lot more fun than what most people do now — go into lots of debt buying an obscene amount of expensive gifts no one needs and kids get bored with an hour after they rip off the paper.
I’ve had my share of expensive Christmases and ungrateful brats (£300 worth of stocking fillers referred to as ‘junk’).
I made someone laugh today when I mentioned our Ten Pound Dash, which is the highlight of my Christmas since meeting Hubby.