Christmas Eve 1989

We were broke.
I mean, really and truly strapped for cash.
We’d done all of our Christmas shopping at car boot sales, managing to get something for everyone and just hoped no-one minded their gift wasn’t new or expensive.
Actually, in a way it had been fun shopping on such a strict budget, even more so as this was our first Christmas together and we’d tried to be inventive in our choices of gifts.

We were renting a one bedroom flat, which happened to be the downstairs of a detached house. There was little if any garden, but we could get both cars off the road and there was a park almost opposite where we could walk the dog.

He came home with the top of a Christmas tree that had broken off and the guy let him have it for a pound. We put it in a bucket of bricks and decorated it with tinsel and a few cheap baubles we got for pence from the market.

The turkey had defrosted and I would be cooking that overnight.
The Bank had given staff a Christmas hamper, and the little fridge and cupboard had the rest of our Christmas fayre in it.
We had no dining table or chairs, but the plan was to sit on the floor at the coffee table for our Christmas dinner. The dog looked pleased at the prospect of everything being at her level.
We’d done the Santa run to family and our little tree had parcels round it, plus a large cardboard box with balloons attached. That contained my gifts to him, most of which had cost just pence.
He taught me Christmas was nothing to do with money, having, getting or buying at cost. It was togetherness, love, understanding and sharing. The most precious gifts of all.


Photo: external tree on the boat 2016, our last Christmas as liveaboards.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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23 Responses to Christmas Eve 1989

  1. Sadje says:

    Sweet post. Love is all you need, a a good head on your shoulders.

  2. fransiweinstein says:

    It actually sounds like a perfect Christmas to me. Merry Christmas. Wishing all of you a happy, healthy and peaceful New Year.

  3. syncwithdeep says:

    Merry Christmas di

  4. blindzanygirl says:

    You said it all tbere, Di. Lovely post.

  5. scifihammy says:

    The true meaning of Christmas indeed. πŸ˜€
    Happy Christmas to you all. πŸ˜€

  6. Happy Christmas dear, have a lovely year ahead πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ’–

  7. colinandray says:

    Great message Di. πŸ™‚

  8. joyroses13 says:

    Lovely Di!! ❀

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