As it's only a month away until Christmas day (eek!) I thought I would look through my photo albums and share my earliest Christmas memories with you.
When I was little, my mum and dad always ensured that each Christmas and the lead up to it was just as magical as the last. My mum used to do things that as a child blew my little mind! One Christmas morning, we found that Rudolf had been and had left snowy paw prints in the living room. The next minute, that snowy dust had turned into melted chocolate! As I'm writing this, it doesn't sound like it was real but I remember it quite clearly! During the weeks leading up to Christmas, my brothers, sisters and I would write to our elves. I remember writing letters telling them how my day was and asking questions like how do they make so many toys. One time, my sister wrote her little elf a letter asking for a magazine that had sold out in the shop and about five minutes later it appeared on her bed. I love the effort my mum put into making our Christmases magical and these will be the things I will pass on to my children so they too can have the best Christmases ever.
This photo brings back very clear memories to me. On Christmas Eve, my little sister Megan and big brother Jordan put out a little feast for Father Christmas, Rudolf and the elves every year which consisted of mince pies and a whisky for Santa, carrot and milk for the reindeer and chocolates and nibbles for the elves - how spoiled were they! We then left our stockings at the end of our beds and just about managed to fall asleep despite the excitement of knowing that Father Christmas was going to be in our house that night putting presents under our tree. On this particular Christmas, I was convinced I heard the jingling of the bells from reindeer that had just landed on our roof. Not wanting Santa to see me awake, I tried my hardest to get to sleep and hid under my covers until it was time to wake up (which was about 5 or 6am on a Christmas morning). I couple of years later, I realised that the sound of the bells I actually heard were in fact the bells from these Forever Friends Christmas bears!
Another thing I can remember is playing in the snow; I'm sure it used to snow a lot more when I was little! My dad is the best at making snowmen. I remember one year he built a snowdog with my brother and it stayed in the garden for days. Here is a picture of the snow fireman we helped him to build, how cute is it?! One thing I really enjoyed was going sledging with my big brother. We spent hours pulling each other along in the little red sledge and sliding down what we thought were mountainous snowy hills (which was in fact a little bridge).
The last photo I am going to share is my pre-school nativity. I love the fact that my little, tiny hands are perfectly manicured with Christmassy red nail varnish thanks to my amazing mum!
what's your favourite Christmas memory?