JYC 2009: Day 6

Ghosts of Christmas past? I mostly have really good memories of Christmas but like everyone I expect there are some not so good ones. I haven't written about all of them on todays entry mostly because this is going to be a book for my whole family too look at and enjoy and I don't want to put some things in it. Like the Christmas my brother attempted suicide again. Or the ones I used to have with my long term boyfriend Nick which inevitably ended up with arguments - one year more so than others.

Like I said some Christmas' were awful but I have to say that I've been very blessed and have mostly good memories. They have been the exception to the rule. I remember the excitement as a young girl of waiting at the top of the stairs whilst my dad went downstairs to turn on the Christmas tree lights and make things ready. He also made my mum a cup of tea and once that was done we could run down the stairs and see what Father Christmas had brought.

The year that I'd opened all my presents and thought the present giving was over and then my parents asked me to go make another cup of tea. I felt really grumpy because I didn't want to make one but being a good girl (mostly) I did and as I walked to the kitchen via the dining room I saw a brand new bike! It was brilliant.

And then there's the year (maybe this should have gone on the naughty side!) where unknown to my parents I had been sneaking around the house looking to see what presents they bought and found them all. When they asked me to write my letter to Father Christmas I wrote down everything I saw. All the gifts. Even those obviously meant for my brother!!! I was either trying to impress them with my great memory or stupid... hmmm... I think I'll say naive. Priceless. I still couldn't think why they would know that I'd been snooping...

Anyway my entry for today:

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