Cinnamon
Hot Chocolate
Rum Cakes
Icing
Stollen
Turkey
Mulled wine
Apple cider
Stuffing
Cinnamon
Hot Chocolate
Rum Cakes
Icing
Stollen
Turkey
Mulled wine
Apple cider
Stuffing
Being born in
the late fifties I have few recollections of that austere decade, almost all of
my earliest memories are from the brasher, brighter and less restrained
sixties.
As a result my
early memories of Christmas are of a bright and sparkly time when paper chains
and the watery colours of paper stars, bells and balls were being replaced by
foil and tinsel.
Hence the
Silver Tinsel Christmas Tree, looking back it was a quite unspectacular
specimen of a tree compared to what’s on offer nowadays, but we loved it.
It stood
less than 5 feet tall with its fold down tinsel covered wire branches tipped
with red beads to symbolise berries.
However by
the time Dad had worked his not inconsiderable magic and covered it with every
size, shape and shade of bauble, glass birds with feathered tails, lantern
lights, strands of brightly coloured tinsel, chocolate treats and tiny crackers
lain on the branches it was transformed and was absolutely stunning,
It was the
only tree I ever knew until my teenage years came to an end when in the
mid-seventies I suggested we have a real tree just for a change.
I would
never have suggested it if I had realised that it would signal the death knell of
the Silver Tinsel Tree as the following year it was replaced by a green plastic
tree more akin to those of today.
After my Dad
died a few years later the task of decorating the tree fell to me I realised sadly
that I hadn’t inherited his tree dressing skill and was never able to equal
him.
I came close
one year, in 1983 but I think in the end I merely flattered to deceive, the
task has fallen to my wife for the past 24 years, she makes a far better fist
of it then I ever could.
Whether she
possesses the necessary skill to transform a Silver Tinsel Tree however we will
never know.
The best Christmas actor of all time
Will this one isn’t
actually very
But she sounds like
she should be
And so the winner is
Holly Berry
For those born on Christmas day
They miss out, which is a caper
But to rub salt into the wound
Wrap their gift in xmas paper
We all remember that moment as kids,
That sudden
realization that makes you sad
When you notice Santa
Claus has used
The same wrapping
paper as mum and dad
I always make the effort to go home
Though it fills me
with dread to be clear
Two days of unwelcome
parenting advice
From relatives I see
once or twice a year
When we sit down to Christmas dinner
I’m relieved and feel
incredibly grateful
Because annoying
relatives speak less
During the meal as
their mouths are full