Favourite Christmas Memories

we had a Commodore 64, I was never allowed to play on it because I was a girl and my brother hogged it! I don't know if it was the same computer or a different one that we had to program in games using code from a book, I was always the one who had to read it out and my brother would input it, it would take hours! 

The memory of your son seeing the christmas lights is lovely, such a precious memory to have.

Thanks, I too have an old Volvo, classic cars are also my special interest, we must have a ‘ mind melt’ soon.

That's so romantic. 

I remember thinking that an ex-boyfriend was going to propose to me one Christmas. He had told me he had a small box in his pocket that he wanted me to retrieve. In my case, I was relieved to discover the box contained a necklace and not a diamond ring. He was a lovely man, but we just weren't well-suited as a couple.

Christmas Day 1984 or possibly 1985, and the main present from Father Christmas was a Commodore 64 computer, along with a couple of games to go with it. For the benefit of younger generations, computers back in the 1980s were extremely basic compared to the present day... as were the games.

As one might expect, I couldn't wait to play on my new computer. I had barely gotten started when my mother asked if she could have a play. At around the time that my parents and I would normally be sitting down to eat, my mother was too engrossed with playing on MY computer.

As the hours passed, I was feeling increasingly put out that my mother had hijacked MY computer, which I had barely had a chance to play with. Furthermore, my dad and I were both feeling decidedly hungry. I think it ended up being about 10pm when we eventually got to eat our Christmas dinner!

This is one of those memories that now causes me much amusement, and is also one that I have never allowed my mother to forget. 

One of my favourite Christmas memories dates back to 1995. My son was 18 months old, and while he had been sleeping, I had been busy putting up some Christmas lights and decorations. When he awoke, I brought him downstairs, and his reaction was just magical. Impossible to really put into words, but his facial expression was one of absolute wonderment that just melted my heart.

That's such nice one. Thank you for sharing! It didn't work out as planned but I'm glad it still worked out. Happy for you.

Cave Troll.

I used to do Christmas cookies baking with my Gran. I can remember she used to let me lick the spoon after, by far my favourite part of that haha.

Thank you for sharing that's a nice memory to have.

Cave Troll.

Great to hear.

I think proposing is probably my favourite memory. It hadn't gone to plan as the cracker jack ring I'd ordered from America (Breakfast at Tiffany's reference) hadn't arrived. 

Anyways I wrote a poem and did it another way  which did all go to plan.

My Mum was a good cook and I enjoyed helping make the cakes etc. for Christmas and decorating a real tree usually whilst listening to Christmas music and taking out the decorations from past years and a few new ones.

I have as well. I guess it must be one of those childhood things that you'll always have and remember but never be able to feel again. There's a lot of childhood things I would like to experience again.

Cave Troll.

I've tried to recreate it over the years but never manage to quite capture the feeling, sigh!

Thank for sharing this. I can recall the special feelings of sitting in the dark by the tree with its lights blinking silently. I still do that sometimes.  

I miss the childhood excitement I used to get when going downstairs for presents from Santa. The innocence of childhood is something I wish I still had.

Cave Troll.

Hi Roy,

I don't have a specific favourite Christmas memory but I do remember the feelings from when I was little of seeing the presents under the tree on Christmas morning, the deep sense of joy I always felt of being alone in the lounge after dark with just the lights on the tree and the deep sparkly wonderfullness of the tinsel and the smell of the real tree. Opening the presents in my stocking on my own in my room. Being allowed to eat chocolate for breakfast.

One childhood Christmas stands out in my memories, I was aged about 12. My mother had just been released from a secure unit after being‘Sectioned’. My father, bless him had tried to make a Christmas and had done all the shopping. I don’t think he had ever been shopping before. We had some interesting Christmas presents. 
my mother still wasn’t taking and just sat in a chair all day. I think she had been released just over the Christmas period.

My father decided to decorate the tree, it looked like it had been vandalised. All of a sudden my mother just said,” for Christ sake, let me decorate the tree.” She was ‘back in the room’. Christmas had been switched back on and she remained well and was discharged after Christmas.