Funny how the prospect of Christmas takes me back to my pre-dub days as a 7 year old. Christmas Eve was spent making my present request list, duly guided by both my parents as to what to ask for. Once completed, the coal fire was stoked up and the precious list was allowed to be carried up the chimney where waiting elves promptly delivered my requests to Santa. Wonder of wonders, the next morning revealed that Santa had called by overnight, scurrying down the chimney to leave my presents on the settee before guzzling at the glass of milk and bourbon biscuit that I had left out for him.
Shortly after that last Christmas, my parents were converted to the JW religion. Santa was replaced by the less amiable Jehovah, Christmas day was abandoned. After all, lucky JW children get presents ALL year round, don't they? Hmm.
The funny thing is, that all these years later, I still get a tingle of excitement at the prospect of Christmas. The first year that I left the JW's I celebrated with a vengeance! At age 26 I wrote my first ever greetings cards and was astonished to receive some myself. Now, Christmas in our house is a wonderful period in the year. We have the works; tree, holly, mistletoe, decorations, turkey, The Queens Speech, family to stay, dinner for 12 or more.
I'm sure that there are some lurkers here who are wondering whether this just might be their first celebrated festival. All I can say is "Go for it!"
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be....