Christmas is always a special time that etches memories for such a long time. I’ve had loads of wonderful Christmas’ it is hard to pick one memory.
My earliest one would be the year my older brother woke me up with a red plastic telephone that was actually ringing. He got me to answer it and my other older brother was talking to me on the other phone just outside the bedroom door. The phones were connected by a 2 meter wire…..I’m thinking you could probably hear the other person speaking anyway because they would be so close. Both my brothers had married and left home by the time I was six years old, so this is a really early memory, I must have been so thrilled to get those phones for Christmas.
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My childhood was filled with happy Christmas memories, it was my mum’s favourite time of the year. I loved it when my nan lived with us and we visitors all day long for days. I would get to play with all my cousins and show off my presents, and play with their presents of course. Christmas dinner would be served after the Queens Speech and we would watch Top of The Pops on tv. Then mum and nan would get drunk on the sherry, while the kids tucked into the sherry trifle.
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