It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

There’s that song in my head again.

Yay! It’s only 6 more sleeps.

I remember as a child the excitement and anticipation of Father Christmas coming (we didn’t call him Santa back then). I would be nearly bursting at the seams. There was the build up of leaving milk and biscuit for him and looking back it must have been a nightmare for Mum and Dad trying to get us all to settle down. Then there was waking up to see what had been put in our stockings.

I can remember one year the three girls got bikes (I think it was before my brother was born). My two older sisters got bicycles and I got a shiny red tricycle. Being a very normal and excitable four-year-old I couldn’t wait. Somehow the light was switched on (I couldn’t reach it so it had to be one of the older two) and we were all having wonderful time sitting our bikes. I was able to do little circles in the middle of the room on my tricycle and there may have been some bell ringing as you would in your bedroom on Christmas morning. Next thing we know Dad was in the room reading us the riot act, and we had to quiet down and get back to bed. If my children had done that I would have been pretty ticked off so looking back I can’t blame him at all. My eldest sister insists, even to this day, it was all my fault but I think she was just as excited as me.

Once we were bundled back to bed I don’t remember what happened next but the bikes were all there when we woke up and I spent many happy hours riding my tricycle around the back yard for many years. My little brother even got to play with it as well.

That’s one reason I like Christmas as it’s a time to reflect on Christmas’s past.