My memory of Christmas as a child is waking up to a late X'mas lunch at Granny's. Followed by an afternoon of fun at Dad's Cricket Club party where Santa was the fat, Indian bartender who didn't need pillows for a tummy and whose day job was to dish out whiskies and gin tonics at Tuesday Tombola Nites.
I never figured out why he went Doh Doh Doh instead of Ho Ho Ho. On hindsight, it might have been the Johnny Walker talking =))
My memory of Christmas as a teenager is waking up to morning service at Church where invariably I was rostered to play the Organ. Which I must say I did with extra gusto since the congregation always sang more lustily when it came to the repetoire of Christmas Hymns and Carols. A group of us would always spend the night before in church since we would all be out caroling till late. And when we finally got back to God's House at about 3am, we would be too stuffed like the turkeys we had at every home to sleep.
This was our chance at a 'holy' Co-ed Pyjama Party too. And it also explains why we would all be nodding off while Pastor delivered his Nativity address =)).
My Christmas morning will be spent in the gym. Then perhaps to lunch before deciding to catch up on our Zs. In the evening, we might go see Dakota Fanning and her pig in Charlotte's Web. Or maybe, just maybe, go for a Xmas jog at the beach.
Does Jesus or Santa feature in our plans? Nope. Not anymore I'm afraid.
Ghosts of Christmases Past perhaps. Or haunting memories of a once spirit-filled, Christmasy childhood.
Feliz Navidad folks. Juz don't make it a
Hic-spanic one.