I want to write about Christmas. OK, I know I set
down a few words about the seasonal happening a couple of days ago. As it is so
much in your face out there I thought I would write about it once more and, and
not only that I’m going to write about food again too.
Christmas in NZ when we were kids was all about
getting together. Mum’s sister and her family lived just up the road, so Christmas
lunch was celebrated at one or other of the sister’s houses. There’s be a Christmas tree of course, an
artificial one that was decorated with fragile glass balls and icicles the kind
guaranteed to break if a child went anywhere near them. Strings of tired tinsel
and cotton wool for snow completed the picture.
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| Well who can blame me not being very happy sitting on the scary strangers knee |
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| On the bikes are from left , my cousin, me and My sister. In the right hand picture my mother, holding the doll, and her mother |
It was
exciting to open out the uninteresting one dimensional paper decorations that magically
unfolded their honeycombed tissue paper insides to become bells and balls that
would be hung strategically among the paper streamers and Chinese lanterns.
No pressies under the tree for us kids, to be ogled
at or surreptitiously shaken. No, ours would magically appear on Christmas
morning filling the pillow cases we’d had left draped over the end of our beds.
So on to the food. Roast chicken with all the
trimmings, salad too with beetroot. And the pudding, always a traditional one with custard. There would
be jelly too, but it was the rich fruity pud that was my favourite. Wearing our
Christmas cracker hats and sporting garish plastic jewellery that we’d found
inside them our outfits were complete.
And the songs. Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, and jingle bells of course not to mention I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa Claus.
Not mention these for you listening pleasure lol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgIwLeASnkw
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