EvDaDaDec: Does my memory serve me well?


Okay  today  is  going to be different , I am  not  writing  a poem  this is me blogging  in prose!

Today  was a total  mare! I was awake  half  the night. Backache  ably assisted  by an over active  brain! Christmas, the family  how can I get them through the season of  good will without there being a massive row! Season of  good will , well that is a joke . I struggled through the day shopping cooking  and all afternoon I had a steady stream of  visitors  very nice  but hardly conducive to completing the day’s tasks!   I got jostled in the streets, shoved out of the way and one point  a man and woman completely  blocked  my way for at least 2mins  while I just stood there waiting for them to allow  me to pass.  When they finally moved I said thank you loudly ( I know I should not of done that  but I was annoyed and ready  to give them a piece of  my mind ) but  they just ignored me . I did actually wonder if I was invisible!

I remember  when Christmas  was special, when my mum used  to go shopping Christmas eve and come home with everything needed, not only that  the shops were closed for at least three days and even more if Christmas fell on a weekend.

When I was really young I used to go to bed at 8pm ( and believe me that was late for me then) and the house was busy  but normal. I would wake up at 7ish am and by magic the fairies  had been, the house was decorated, there was a Christmas tree all decorated with presents under it! At the end of my bed there could be a pillowcase full of exciting  little things.

What ever time I got up  mum was always up  before me and she was in the kitchen cooking.  We always ate at 3pm and after dinner we opened all our presents together. I have no idea where the money came from because there were six of us  and only  my dad worked , mum stayed at home  and was mum!

We went to church Christmas morning  and it was again special. Carols and the crib with the baby Jesus in the manger. It was not about spend spend spend. It  did not start at the end of September , it was not all about getting expensive presents it was about all being together , being happy  …………… I am sure there was as much  homelessness, child abuse, spouse abuse  I am sure there was. I was lucky as a child not to have to know about any of that.

We were not rich  but we were happy………… Is that just  my memory playing tricks , was it like that ,it is not like that now. I must go to bed now I have another day to face tomorrow.


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