Watching the Queen’s Christmas broadcast at 3pm…because you just did. Then later sitting down as a family to watch The Morcambe and Wise Christmas show...because it was probably the best TV prog of the year (after Sports Review of the Year).
Debating whether or not to get the Christmas and New Year edition of the TV Times in addition to The Radio Times (which was a must have that was waited for with great anticipation and bought with great excitement).
Our grandchildren won't believe that we used to have a satsuma in our 'stocking' alongside not much else.Even now, whenever I smell an Orange or Satsuma being peeled, I immediately think of Christmas.
Christmas was the only time of the year we ever had fruit in our house.
Spoilt rotten aren't they???Our grandchildren won't believe that we used to have a satsuma in our 'stocking' alongside not much else.
Dad and his 3 sisters knew how to make a clootie dumpling, but we all preferred our grandmother's (mum's mum) bara brith.The importance of the little porcelain figures on top of the Christmas cake - Santa pushing a Wheelbarrow full of presents, and A little boy with a Woollen hat and scarf throwing a snowball. They just had to be there.
And a special Scottish one perhaps. Mum making a clootie dumpling - though mostly it was for Hogmanay.
My dad invited his mates around one Christmas evening and between them they broke my new slot car racing set, (battery operated version as we weren't rich enough for a proper scalextric).My dad having his mates round and each one of them brought a tin of Party 7 with them.
My mum always bought a box of dates and a box of Turkish Delight, from what I remember both ended up in the bin to be replaced the following year.A slab of toffee that came with its own little hammer. The toffee was guaranteed to remove teeth from the very young and fillings from the old.
Mum used to buy the plastic mesh bags of mixed nuts.
It was always the Brazils that went first, usually followed by the walnuts and almonds. The piddly little hazelnuts were always last...
Still love Brazils.
"Eat me" dates. Remember them well. With the long plastic "fork" in them.My mum always bought a box of dates and a box of Turkish Delight, from what I remember both ended up in the bin to be replaced the following year.
Our grandchildren won't believe that we used to have a satsuma in our 'stocking' alongside not much else.