The changing face of Christmas

[Dirty Harry]

Paper chains running from corner to corner of the room via the big light in the middle.

I remember spending many days in the lead up to Christmas in class doing them, actually one of my favourite times going to school, probably my only favourite haha.

 

[Dirty Harry]

Paper chains and balloons hung from the ceiling; I’m sure my dad used to deliberately make the balloons look like a cock and 2 balls just to shock my Nan’s when they came for dinner,

Of course he did, I bet he used to send a cucumber and two tomatoes down the checkout conveyor belt just to see the response of the checkout girl ;-)

 

[metalblue]

My Mam’s looked like a Chinese restaurant, if there had been a fire we’d have been goners.

Thanks gawd we didn’t have an open coal fire eh? Oh wait…

 

[stonerblue]

My most amazing Christmas as a kid, with both the memory of it and how I felt at that particular moment was getting a second hand bike, a 24” wheel Marlboro.

I’d seen it, but completely ignored it believing it would be for my older brother, I’d opened all my presents and my Mam said “do you like your bike” ? I literally was like ‘Holy Fuck’ in my head, couldn’t believe it, must have cost them a fortune, even my miserable twat of a step dad smiled at my obvious delight.

When I went out on it, all my mates had got ‘Grifters’ and were taking the piss (in a nice ish way I suppose) but I didn’t care, and took GREAT delight, in burning those fuckers off in every single race haha ;-).

Aged about 13 my Dad got me a second hand air rifle. It came in bits and was wrapped in newspaper. Definitely wasn't the drum kit i'd asked for...

 

[xgorton]

Cracking nuts on the oil cloth in the lounge with the old cast iron.

 

[staffsblue]

The strange obsession with elves over the last few years in all Christmas marketing & culture. Don't remember them being mentioned at all growing up, but they are omnipresent now. More imported American nonsense?

 

[Big Swifty]

Aged about 13 my Dad got me a second hand air rifle. It came in bits and was wrapped in newspaper. Definitely wasn't the drum kit i'd asked for...

You had a 13-year-old Dad?

 

[blue b4 the moon]

Santa with his massive bulging sack coming down the chimney after all the boys and girls sitting on his knee telling him their desires.

His sack was always bulging, comes from only emptying it once a year.

I miss carol singers, not 2/3 scruffy kids on the make but a dozen or so adults knocking on 7/8 doors and singing on the street tunefully....oh and office parties screwing the fit girls in the finance office.

 

[flook]

That excited feeling Rushing around the shops Christmas eve trying to find presents, now everything comes in a van with a click on your keypad.

Thank God

 

[BlueHammer85]

You had a 13-year-old Dad?

Norm in Manchester right ?