the ghost of Christmas past
so as children - my nan would persist in cooking a hot Christmas dinner * I am not complaining, 'cause Christmas isn't Christmas without the traditional hot roast dinner with ALL the trimmings* however, sitting in an oppressively hot kitchen eating on Christmas day is not fun at all....... so we would take our meal outside and have it picnic style. In our cozzies, sitting on a blanket, we would open our presents. Then my Nan would turn the sprinkler on and we would all run through it - ahh what a way to cool down. Then after that she would bring her home-made ice blocks out and we could each pick our own flavour. Bottled lemonade was a treat too.
this is a picture of my backyard Christmas * I am the one with my back to the camera * my mum is the one on my left * my darling Nan is one kneeling & my pa is the man next to her. The others are my auntie * uncle * sister & cousins. I think that year, from my Nan I received a baby doll * the ones with the cloth body & rubber arms, legs & head - she was dressed in pink and came in a cane carry basket. I felt like a real little mother !