Xmas Memories

Christmas was always a pretty cool time of year, growing up. Best part was always the gathering at my grandparent’s home, my immediate family, my grandparents and my aunt and uncle (usually with at least a cameo by the priest who baptised me – for those who were at Fish&Sam’s wedding, he was the chap what sang).
Sitting around that great front room, talking and smiling, hearing my grandfather hold forth and tell corny jokes, settling back on the gold couch that the Todman Street irregulars knew so well.
Sitting at the big table for dinner and filling my plate with roast potatoes slathered in gravy. (Mum: Morgan, eat some meat! Grandma: Oh, let him have what he wants.) (My Xmas meal was roast potatoes and only roast potatoes for most of my life, actually. I was well into my teens before I started adding bits of meat or vegies to the plate.)
Sitting in the car, in the dark, driving back home at the end of the evening, looking out the window into the darkness, filled up and complete and never wanting to actually get home. Better that moment last forever.
Also: Castle Greyskull. Best. Xmas Present. Evar.

4 thoughts on “Xmas Memories”

  1. Castle Greyskull still lives in my parent’s garage.
    Never had any other Masters of the Universe stuff. I used it as a base for VENOM. Those were the days.

  2. My Nans trifle. She’d make it in june and stick it in the freezer. then once a week she’d add a small cup of rum to it. But Christmas the thing was so potent that you’d get high just looking at it.
    My crazy uncle appearing with a big dope (4 foot) plant declaring it as our christmas tree and giggling. Okay, this isn’t a best memory, but it’s a lasting one.
    Going to the beach after a christmas lunch of ham and salad and Nan’s wicked trifle. Going to the beach rain or shine. In fact being on the beach during Cyclone Bola was *awesome*.
    I only strongly remember one gift. It was a cool jeep for my action man. It has spare tyre on the back and I wanted to change the tire. But I didn’t realise it but the tires didn’t come off. I broke it within hours of opening it. I think I learnt something important that day. That Christmas was less about loot and more about simply having fun.
    These days I get *wicked* presents from my lovely wife. She has written and made me some fantastic books.
    I am looking forward to this Christmas. Natalya’s parents and eldest nephew will be here. And that’s about the best present ever.

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