Christmas!!

On 20th October 2010 10:25, lancashirelove wrote:

I'm all for progress but there are times when we need to put the brakes on for a while. Who cares if in the future you might be able to get to London from Manchester in 2 hours instead of three, who cares if our supermarket bananas have to be striaght instead of curved, who cares if I spell 'striaght' wrongly. Go back into our history books and you'll note the spellings of names and words differ completely. Who cares if I add the milk to the teacup before adding the tea? The only thing that matters is that we care for each other, once we stop doing that we are nobody.

I love Christmas because of the Childhood memories it has left in me, Playing in the frozen snow (with a pair of old socks on my hands cuase we couldnt always afford a pair of gloves). Sitting by the warm open fire. Helping mum and brothers and sisters dress the Christmas tree. Making decorations out of coloured paper. collecting Holly and Mistletoe from the hedgerow. Whatching 'dad' clean and pluck the chicken.The smell of the mum's home baking. Opening our presents on Christmas morning. The sound of Christmas Carols. The friendliness and greetings of everyone you meet.Counting the Christmas cards from friends and neighbours. The Nativity scenes. Opening our chocolate bar selection box, tin of sweets or sugar pig.Having a slice of grandmas rich fruit and rum flavoured Christmas cake, complete with sugar icing and almand paste (Marzipan) Listening to Grandad playing the piano. The Queens speech on the radio.

I have never been a wealthy man but with memories such as these, I am 'rich' beyond belief !

That was Christmas!!!!! 

Hi,

 Your message was very moving.You sum up everything that makes Christmas such a special time for all.

It's not about the expensive presents or fancy decorations,that really carry little meaning,it's the memories of past christmas's when money was scarce and the real meaning of December shone through.

What makes christmas for me is mum baking Mince pies in our freezing cold kitchen with cold hands,it's how me and my brother would warm our toes around our open fire while sipping hot chocolate and hoping we had been good enough to get he 'things' on our christmas list,it was watching mum run upstairs with a warm iron to iron our sheets as our house was so cold.( this was done so we had warm beds to get into)....and hanging paper decorations on the Christmas tree that we had glued and coloured in...

Priceless....

bbie..

  Rob, actually I'll be attending Handel's "Messiah" at the Kennedy Center in Washington, DC not NYC, but I'm sure it will still be every bit as wonderful.