Memories for Christmas
I'm a bit of a gypsy, and have moved I think 22 times since I was born - when I bought my current little house, which is quite an ugly little house, I thought oh well, it will be fine for a year or two. Thirteen years later ... I got home from work today to find a big box on the doorstep. Wait until Christmas to open it? Aye, that'll be right!This ugly little house is now crammed with memories. I brought favourite stuff with me when I moved to the UK, inherited more when my father died, then when my mother did, things from my childhood that I had loved. My daughter's room is like a time warp of her life, unnerving for visitors perhaps but she loves it when she comes to stay. Changes and improvements for my comfort have been made by people who cared about my happiness. It isn't even that ugly any more - some bits are now downright pretty. And the big box contained a fire to dress up the lounge.
Love it. and so does the dog
Memories can be happy or sad. I choose happy.
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My parents always ensured we got what we needed, and most often what we wanted too
I am lucky that I have only good memories of my childhood.
As an adult, no matter where I lived, I always went home for Christmas. To me, home represents Christmas. Warm fire, laughter, turkey, chocolates, presents, love.
Well, except for those dashing round cooking up a storm and frantically wrapping last minute prezzies, you can be at peace afterwards
In the Philippines, radio stations start playing Carols as early as September.
Houses are decked out same month.
Merry Christmas and hope you have warm and joyful one.
My childhood memories weren't all that wonderful.
There are bad memories too, I've been around a long time. There are always good and bad memories. I choose happy.
I'm sorry about your tree, though.
You. Yes, you. Be funny.
I know it is mainly cherimoyas and other tropical fruit grow there, but can any of it be used for firewood?
But in theory I identify instantly with the wise women.
They will then have fulfilled their destiny and will be happy.
I have lots of happy Christmas memories...by month of September, we started to feel the spirit of Christmas back home in Philippines...it's time for family.
I was a Catechist when I was a teenager, I used to gather children and teenagers and we would sing Chrsitmas Carols from house to house...we would use the money we collected on our Christmas party on Dec 26th...so much fun, so much good memories.
My son is Muslim but he celebrates Christmas with me...he can't experience those fun times I had but he looks forward to putting up our Christmas tree and decorating it...and opening lots of presents every Christmas day...I'm just glad that his dad never mind him celebrating the holiday with me
When my parents were young the tree was brought in after they went to bed on Christmas Eve and when the kids came downstairs on Christmas morning Santa hadn't only been, he'd redecorated the house and turned it into a wonderland!
Glad your son can celebrate with you without feeling pressured by his father
My friend has just set a lemon tree and she is so excited! They have just bought a place up the mountain so they have space now.
Maybe I could get them to grow trees for you for a handsome commission of course
It's a tradition between me and my son...and I think his little sister will be a part of it too as I already bought lots of presents for her
My ex- is very open-minded when it comes to this thing...very respectful of other's belief and culture and Yazan is very much like him...we used to attend Christmas parties and bring presents too
Yes, we celebrate way too early in the Philippines...I remember glueing Christmas lights on our gates and around the wall...I would get a lot of burns from the glue gun before I could finish glueing the word Merry Christmas...then we would hang colorful lights and plastic wrappers filled with colorful liquids...we hang lanterns and decorate our tree way too early...we usually replaced lights many times before christmas day and all christmas decors will be very dusty by Christmas day
Merry Christmas to you and all.