the ghost of Christmas past
it's just not right - a hot Christmas day ! being brought up in Australia as a child and receiving Christmas cards in the mail with scenes of snowed in village, robins on a snowy branch or the ultimate - a man in a thick woolen red suit trimmed with white fur - flying through the snowy sky..... you get my drift? it is just not right to be summer at Christmas time!!!
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 !
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 !posted by Miss Robyn | 8:51 am
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Christmas memories are so precious and I enjoy reading about yours! Love the picture
It certainly isn't fair that we have Christmas in the summer, but we've all got our own special memories which are great! I loved the big cricket game in the afternoon with all the neighbourhood kids, cousins and the odd adult, who wasn't sleeping off their huge lunch..LOL
Love hearing about your family traditions/memories and that picture is a classic :)
This feels so crazy to me that you gals have such hot christmas memories and I love to read about yours!
In 1992, not long after Tanya first arrived in Calgary, Canada, she was describing all the Christmas lights to me and how deep the snow was at -35 degrees. I said, "So does it feel like Christmas (since everyone in Australia says they wish they could experience a white Christmas)?" She said emphatically, "No, Christmas is supposed to be hot." We had Christmas the following year in England and didn't quite believe that it was actually Christmas. We had only arrived on the 23rd so we hadn't acclimatised or made ourselves believe that December really could be cold.
Your Christmas memories are so lovely thank you ms*robyn for sharing
oooh I remember homemade iceblocks. My grandmother use to make them too. What a treat!
Now that is what Christmas is all about - sharing with family in the way you all love the best. Isn't it funny how so many of us seem to want a Christmas that is so very different from what we experience. I too would love snow - just once and yes we too have a hot dinner with all the trimmings. It is the one meal that I don't mind slaving over a hot stove to create.
What a precious memory...being together with our loved ones is priceless. Looks like you knew how to beat the heat too!
Thanks for sharing your Christmas memories,it is strange for me to think of Christmas as being that warm,but the weather doesn't really matter,its the people we get to spend it with~!
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