So my last Christmas related post was a little bit depressing so I wanted to write something much more light hearted! It’ll be easier to write a list of my favourite Christmas memories so here goes nothing.
I was quite young at the time so I don’t particularly remember that well but for a couple of Christmas’ my Mom would take me and my older brother Ian to our sort-of-uncles house because he was a single parent and she was a single parent and neither of them wanted to spend Christmas alone. My Granddad and his wife would come over, I’d get to spend time with my sort-of-uncles two sons who were a similar age to me and it was a lot of fun. My favourite memory is of all of us sitting in the kitchen and playing a game of Bingo, which if we won we’d get a prize for. By the end of the night we’d all won something and I remember having a really nice time.
In Years 10 and 11 I got to help out with our local Christmas light switch on and it was so much fun both years. I love organising events and stuff so to get to do it properly was a lot of fun. To be honest it was a lot of waiting around for schools to show up and perform but it was also an afternoon off school and getting to hang out with my friends feeling all Christmassy.
There was no better feeling than when my music teacher Mrs Bradbury would announce “Right, we’re getting the Christmas folders out” at Senior Choir. I loved singing Christmas songs with everyone else even if I never did get a solo. We had our yearly Christmas show but we also got to perform at places like ASDA and B&Q to raise money for our end of year trip. My favourite year though was when Mrs Bradbury took our music class out in the afternoon and we sang first in an old people’s home then again at the Salvation Army. I love singing anyway but it’s so much better when other people enjoy your performance.
My favourite was at the Salvation Army when a man with Down’s Syndrome stood up and started dancing to our rendition of ‘I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday’. He was so pleased that at the end he gave each of us a hug. I wish I still did stuff like that; it was so lovely seeing how happy we’d made him just by coming along and singing for an hour.
A couple of years ago I went to my Dad’s for Christmas Day and we all ended up playing a few games. My favourite had to be ‘Pictionary’ simply because my step-mom was absolutely crap at it! She’d draw something, scribble over it and then tap it angrily with her pencil when you didn’t understand what it was! Then I had to attempt to draw ‘hand over fist’ and she kept yelling “It’s fisting! It’s fisting! Hollie, I know it’s fisting!” It was funny to watch my step-sisters get so mad at her and I have really fond memories of that whole Christmas in general.
Taking my nephew to see Santa
Last year I finally got to spend the day with my nephew completely by myself and we had a lovely time. I took him to the cinema, then out for lunch, then to the park and then on to see Santa. Santa was actually one of my friends from my old job so we got in for free, it was brilliant. And as he knew I was coming he asked me about my nephew before I went so when we walked in he went “I know your name! It’s Tyler and you’re four years old!” And to my nephew it really did seem like magic! It was a really lovely Christmassy day and I’ll treasure it forever.
Every Christmas meet-up with my friends
I talked about this a bit in my ‘Christmas traditions’ post but I love the Christmas meet-up with my three best friends. I loved the first year when we played ‘YouTube Whispers’ for the first time which has turned into something of a tradition at our Christmas meet-ups, I love giving my friends their presents, I love watching a Christmas film and I love chilling with them. It might be lame but there is nothing better than meeting up with my friends to do fun Christmas stuff.
The “timber” incident
My Mum used to get a real tree each year instead of a fake one and I loved going out to pick one. We usually went somewhere where they were already cut and you picked whichever, they bagged it up and off you went. But one year when I was really young we went somewhere where you could cut down your own. I was really excited because I’d seen films and TV shows where people yelled “timber” as the tree came down and I’d finally be able to do it too! However even though we’d brought my older brother Chris with us cutting down the tree was taking a long time and I was young so my attention wandered so when the tree did eventually come down I completely missed it. So I made them hold it back up so I could yell “timber” as it came down this time.
The ‘stockings’ mornings
At my Mom’s house she didn’t really bother with stockings but if I slept at my Dad’s house on Christmas Eve I’d wake up to a full stocking. I only did that twice as a kid and both times are precious to me. The first time my sister woke me up with “Hollie, Santa’s been!” It was super early in the morning and we had to be quiet so as not to wake up my Dad and her Mom and we both spent a long time looking at each other’s stuff. The next time we both went downstairs and opened them in the living room and I remember we both pulled out a flannel – hers was Winnie the Pooh and mine was Tigger. We both paused and she went “I love Tigger” and I went “I love Winnie the Pooh” before we laughed and swapped flannels. It was so nice having someone my own age to wake up with on Christmas morning.
I’m sure I have tons more amazing Christmas memories but these were the first ones I thought of and I cherish each and every one of them! Here’s to making more this year and every year after that!