The Ghosts Of Christmas Past

christmas 2007
Image by paparutzi via Flickr

— Christmas dinner in Montreal with friends, then flying BOAC with tinsel garlands hanging across the aisle, to have Christmas Day dinner with my aunt and uncle in London

— Living in Cuernavaca, Mexico with my mother, and trimming the smallest, weediest little tree we’d ever seen (think of the tree in A Charlie Brown Christmas)

— Coming out of midnight Christmas Eve service at church, just as it’s starting to snow, and Jose suggests we go to the lych gate — where he proposes!

— Getting stuck on the 401, the world’s most boring highway, heading back to Montreal from Toronto, in a scary blizzard, trying to stay warm until the tow-truck came

— The first Christmas living with my Dad, at 15, years after my parents split up when I was seven, showered with lovely and thoughtful gifts I used for years, like the cheery red, yellow and blue patchwork quilt for my bed

— meeting a dishy, blue-eyed engineer, home from Khartoum, on a flight from Dublin to Bristol, and running off into the Welsh fog for a few days with him, back in my crazy single days

— getting frisked by the cops after attending midnight Mass at the cathedral in Cartagena, Colombia

— Heading into the insanity of Boxing Day sales with Jose

— Jose’s first Christmas dinner with my fractious, loud family of table-thumpers. As we sat around expounding and bloviating, interrupting and opining, he finally slammed the table himself, to our enormous shock. “Take turns!” he said. Stunned, like dogs who’ve had the hose turned on us, we did — for a few minutes. Welcome to the family, sweetie!

— My first Christmas with Jose, in 2001, when my gifts included a toaster and a colander. Not sexy, but useful and still very much appreciated

What was your best — or worst — Christmas memory?

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7 thoughts on “The Ghosts Of Christmas Past

  1. best memory – when we were kids, Christmas morning.. just thinking coz family was still complete.

    worst – I had spent last Christmas at work coz I had shift, but it wasn’t that bad though..

    merry Christmas! happy holidays! πŸ™‚

  2. crgardenjoe

    Growing up, my parents always filled the stockings at night and left them on our beds–when we got up Christmas morning, we had a few toys to play with and candy to eat. I’m sure it was just their way of delaying having to get up and go open presents, but it was always a magical treat to find a filled stocking at the foot of my bed–and a testament to my father’s burglary skills that, as far as I know, neither I nor any of my six sisters ever caught him …

  3. My sisters and I used to put on holiday dance performances for my relatives on Christmas Eve. I almost always had to play Jesus, which put a damper on things. I wanted to twirl but my big sister insisted I lay crouched in a cardboard box manger πŸ™‚ . A very Merry Christmas to you!

  4. Merry Christmas to you and yours! I hope your Christmas is much, much better than those in the past. Altho, I do like that Jose thumped the table too! He fits right in it seems. πŸ™‚

    Merry Christmas.

  5. Thanks! We’re having a lovely day — big Mexican brunch, presents and prosecco. Jose is quite able to show our family they’re not always right…a big job!

    Merry Christmas to you as well!

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