Your Favourite Christmas Memories
Little known fact: I was a ginger as a toddler! I don’t actually know what my natural colour is anymore, but hey ho! On with the post!
Speaking of being a toddler, it probably wouldn’t surprise many of you that I have few memories of my Christmases growing up! There’s the odd memory here of sorting all the decorations into size order to ensure the correct placement on the tree, or waking up at 5am and sneaking out to the loungeroom to see if Santa had been and what had been left for me, and of course, the long hot summer days of a Christmas in Australia (as evidenced by my very stylish singlet-nappy combo in the pic above!)
Now, not having many memories myself, I decided to reach out to some of my favourite bloggers to find out what their favourite memories are, so we could all enjoy the beauty that is Christmas together!
And, in the spirit of Christmas, I would love for you to visit these bloggers and follow them on social media – you’ll find adventures, advice and all manners of beauty within their pages!
Also please please please let me know your favourite Christmas memories in the comments! I would love to read and share them with everyone xx
Your Favourites Christmas Memories
I’m lucky that I have many, many fond childhood Christmas memories. My brother is 7 years younger than me and also believed everything his trustworthy big sister said. Having someone who still believed in Santa and loved the magic of Christmas was great fun.
I must’ve been around the age of 11 when I dressed up as Mrs Claus for my little brother. I took my cousin’s hat and glasses and used my mum’s wool as hair. I think I also wrapped a shawl around me and I was good to go. My little brother lapped it up; he was overjoyed at his visit from Mrs Clause. I did smaller things too like using a belt to make sleigh bell sounds on Christmas Eve and to leave little signs that Rudolph had visited.
Now, I get to do it all again with my own son and make some more special Christmas memories.
The enjoyment of Christmas has been a bit of a process for me as I only started celebrating it since I met my husband.
Every year, we go see his family in a beautiful little southwestern mountain town, and over the last nine Christmases I’ve grown to look forward to it. The first Christmas was uncomfortable; I felt like a stranger invading a family holiday. The second was awkward. I still didn’t quite get the family dynamic and the mountains of gifts overwhelmed me. The third Christmas I had a terrible cold and didn’t leave my room the entire time as I cursed the dry desert air.
The fourth and fifth were better as the weather let up enough to venture into the snowy mountains. By year six, I found myself looking forward to the chile ristras hanging in the kitchen, to my mountain hikes, to my mother-in-law’s Yorkshire pudding.
By year seven, I was in on the jokes. I knew what parts of “A Christmas Story” to quote and never to leave my laundry unattended or my mother-in-law would load in a bunch of stinky dryer sheets. Years eight and nine saw a new addition to the family by way of a sister-in-law. “You’ve been in the family forever,” she said. This will be my tenth Christmas with The Shelleys and I am nothing shy of excited. I may not exactly feel like a member of the family, but I feel like it’s Christmas.
Victoria from greatHerday | Facebook | Twitter
My favourite Christmas memory is the first Christmas that we celebrated with our rescue dog, Callie. She came from a broken home where her ‘mum’ had to go into hiding. She was then rescued by the SSPCA around the same time that my partner and I randomly decided to get a dog (dogs are a little easier than children)! We rehomed her in October and every little thing we did for her, she showed us huge appreciation for. I also come from a broken home, therefore I made it my soul mission to make her feel like she had a safe, permanent home with us.
On the lead up to Christmas, I’m pretty sure that I bought her more presents than I did my partner (oops). On Christmas day, she didn’t realise that the presents were for her and initially showed little interest in opening them. She was acting like she had never opened a Christmas present before. After spending ages showing her how to rip off the wrapping paper, there was no stopping her while she she turned into the Tasmanian devil! The absolute best part of all of this, was her walking over to me with the biggest grin I had ever seen, before climbing onto my lap and putting her head in on my chest. Every Christmas, I look forward to my dog opening her presents than I do anything else. Christmas is all about appreciation and family.
Lindsay from Latte Lindsay | Twitter | Facebook
For most people, Christmas is a time for family. But one Christmas I was unfortunate enough to be missing my dad. He hadn’t died or gone missing, he had to work. I wish I could say my dad had a normal job, but he didn’t. He was a soldier during the the height of the Troubles in Northern Ireland. One winter he drew the short straw and had to be part of a team to guard one of the prisons here. At that time, all of the prisons were packed with political prisoners who were high risk of escaping. That Christmas morning, we woke up and opened our presents quickly and then got in the car just after breakfast.
We had to drive through ice and snow for what seemed like an eternity. When we finally arrived, the prison was a grey ominous hole that had as much Christmas cheer as….well, a prison. We got to spend a couple of hours with my dad, playing in the snow and showing him my Barbie before we had to leave. I don’t remember having a Christmas dinner that year, all I can remember is the snow and the grey of the prison. A few days later, my dad was relieved of his post and he got to come home. Although my dad was there for the purpose of guarding the prison, it was still sad and terrifying to have to visit a prison during Christmas.
Jenna from Foodie Boom Boom | Twitter | Instagram
When I was little I always remember my mum and her best friend getting together for a night to make their Christmas puddings and, with the benefit of hindsight, sink a few sherries at the same time! We held with a kind of tradition when it was ready to cook for the kids to come and stir the pudding and make a Christmas wish before it was all bundled up to be steamed.
One year I was not closely supervised enough whilst taking my turn, I think I was only 6 or 7, and once I had made my wish I picked up the huge spoon to have a little taste-test. I can still remember my mum’s face as she sprinted back across the room to stop me as, unsurprisingly, it tasted terrible and I spat it straight back out, into the bowl with the rest of the pudding! I think this might be the root cause of why I don’t like most Christmas food and I really don’t like Christmas pudding at all- I was traumatised for life! Every year after this I have had my own alternative Christmas dessert though, which has more than made up for it in chocolatey treats.
Anca from Anca’s Lifestyle | Twitter | Instagram
My favourite Christmas memory is from 8 years ago, when we got our dog, Festus, only three days before Christmas. We wanted to have a chat with the breeder and put our names down for a puppy the following year. As he had a litter, we went to see the puppies and I fell in love with one of them. So, the following day, we took our 33 pounds, 3 months old, excited rottweiler, home. Our cat, a rescue, was so scared of him, the dog though was happy to play with all the toys, chase the cat, and knock down the tree twice in two days.
It was a crazy Christmas, with everybody tired and overwhelmed of a new, huge, puppy. But, it also is the best Christmas memory I have, I wanted a rottweiler for many years before getting him. I had no idea back then that his excitement and joy will change our lives in many ways in more ways than one.
What are your favourite Christmas memories? Feel free to share them in the comments!
xx Bry Jaimea