Today I have the pleasure of welcoming the lovely Daisy Banks to my blog. She is sharing some of her memories of this wonderful time of the year. Enjoy!
Thanks so much, Kylie, for inviting me onto the blog and especially at this busy time of year.
I love Christmas and always have. I recall it from my childhood as the one holiday season my small family was always tightly together. Grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and my parents, all over these wonderful people were available in abundance, for games, stories and fun over the Christmas holiday. The rest of the year it wasn’t always so, and sometimes with work commitments I hardly saw my father at all as he worked shifts so he was sleeping while I was awake.
Christmas was a very special time and the fundamental memory of my childhood Christmas experiences is of the precious, quality time between family members. Memories that sing to me with the same rise and fall of the word I heard, they shine bright like the images in the Match-girl’s flames. Care, thoughtfulness and tenderness were shown in a distinct way both in action and in words. “Yow sit wi’ me, ma’ wench, an I’ll tell ya about that Snow White.”
Christmas in my childhood was also fun. The sense of expectation tangible in the air and I have to say until my teen years, Santa never disappointed. I must have been the most spoiled child in the street, along with my brother. Christmas morning was always fun, enough chocolate to double my body weight at least for a couple of hours. Games to experiment with and most wonderful always, books. From the time I could read, I did read and even though some of my family thought my passion for books a bit odd, they were kind enough to indulge it.
Frolics is my last thoughtful memory, and those relate to the years there was snow. One year I recall with great fondness as that year I made a snowman and my brother dug up the snow to form hills and hummocks in the garden. That was also the year my entire close family, about ten adults, played Monopoly. The game lasted through several evenings and led to much muttering, grumbling and downright growling snarliness. The strangest thing is, I can’t recall who actually won, only the fun we children had watching what went on.
Of course, we kids, we had our own frolics with all kinds of games and not one was on a computer screen. Staring at this screen now, I am wondering what memories my children have. What Christmas fun and frolics do they recall with a warm fondness? Can X box games have the same cache?
The Christmas fundamentals for my grown boys, are I hope the same, family, cherishing and love.
Wherever you are this Christmas, I hope you get to enjoy the company of those you love.
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Romance author Daisy Banks writes sensual and spicy novels in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. Daisy uses a fresh and lyrical voice to weave a compelling and magical spell for readers.
Thanks so much for offering me a blog spot with you, Kylie. It’s a pleasure to be here.
It is always wonderful to share Christmas memories. I particularly liked the Christmas morning chocolate and the marathon game of Monopoly. It all sounds like such fun 🙂
Oh, yes it was fun, the best kind, simple and full of laughter.
So late to stopping by but lovely memories Daisy, and aren’t we lucky to have them? One of the biggest reasons I shifted my family from across the world was the strong impression and memories of my childhood, and I wanted the same for my boys. It’s amazing how they shape us.
Thanks for commenting, Cd. I agree. My boys are grown but I know they too have some fun memories of Christmas.