Gift of Christmas

 

It’s December.

Now it is quite permissible to bring out Christmas goodies. Are you listening Marketing companies and Supermarkets?

December = Christmas.

Not the middle of November and certainly not the beginning of October.

 

Photo: Libby opens a present by Andy Eick. CC BY 2.0
Photo: Libby opens a present by Andy Eick. CC BY 2.0

I was talking to a Buddhist the other day about Christmas and asked how she worked around the bombardment of Christmas things. She said that as she was married to a Christian, she celebrated Christmas in her home. Her next statement surprised me. She said that as it is a festival for children, when her son is eighteen she doubts there will be a need to celebrate it.

Christmas, a festival for children?

I thought about it. Christmas certainly was exciting as a child. The build up. The counting down the days. The anticipation of presents. Being able to wear ‘fancy Christmas’ clothes to church. The huge family lunch that lingered into dinner. Screaming around the back yard and playing with my cousins and friends. It was fun and it was family. But was it for the children only?Read More »

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Food, Glorious…Coffee?; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 10

Day 10 – Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.


Obviously I ate as a child. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. However food doesn’t inspire strong emotional memories. I don’t remember a particular treat and I don’t have a ‘favourite’ meal.

I have foods that I like and foods I wouldn’t touch again with a barge pole.
Then there’s chocolate, but that’s a whole other story.

Growing up in more tropic climates and living in ‘the land down under’ means that December is in summer.
No ‘White Christmas’ for this little black duck.
Christmas was seafood and stone fruits.
It didn’t start off that way. We always had the traditional English Christmas. Hot meats and stodgy puddings.
The year that my Grandma died, the family Christmas was held at our house and that was the first Christmas with the seafood, stone fruits, salads, cold cut meats, followed by ice cream, melons, custards and jellies for dessert.
The next year my Uncle and Aunt followed my mum’s lead and the next year the next round of Uncle and Aunts did the same, and the next year and the next year and the next….well, you get the drift.Read More »