Most of us get nostalgic on Christmas Eve and remember past Christmases stretching back over the decades to childhood. Those of us with grown up children and grandchildren reminisce about the days of simple toys and the thrill of waking early on Christmas morning to open a non-digital new gadget such as Etch-a-Sketch or Spirograph (both big Christmas favourites in my case and give some indication of my interests today)!
We all have favourite Christmas presents from the past and a particular Christmas sticks out in my mind as being exceptional even as a child. The door to the ‘front room’ was tied with rope to the bannister on the stairs so my sister and I couldn’t take a peek before the big day. Even then we were so excited and knew something special must be inside that room!
All was revealed on Christmas morning. My Uncle was a coach builder and good with carpentry and had made us both a proper baby cot from wood scaled down to fit a new doll each. There was proper bedding (made by my Mum) and a whole set of clothes, nightdress, dresses, etc to fit the dolls all on tiny hangers around the cot edge (Mum was an haute couture dressmaker by trade). That was without doubt the BEST Christmas present we ever had and now I look back with warm appreciation of the time and love put into those items.
Now I have grandchildren and what did they want for Christmas from us this year? Safety Roller Skates for the 4 year old (still fun and we had them back in the day), Roller Blades for the eldest girl (still a bit of nostalgia there and not an electronic gadget) but our grandson who is 11 and a bit of a techie and a
However, I digress, my question was ‘Is Father Christmas Real?’ and today I came across the above photo taken 5 years ago and just love the look on their faces! They truly believed this was Santa and when his Elf asked them ‘Have you been good all year?’ they were stunned into complete silence, probably remembering times when they weren’t and would that mean they didn’t get any presents? That’s the cynical response from a grandmother of course but I can also see in their faces that they do believe Father Christmas is real and this was a momentous occasion to actually meet him!
So yes, I have to say that Father Christmas is real. How do I know? Well when I was between 5 and 8 years of age we lived in a flat in Fulham and had a Christmas party at home with friends and neighbours on Christmas Eve. Late in the evening at about 10 pm I heard jingle bells and looked out of the window, shouting: “I’ve just seen Father Christmas on his sleigh travelling across the sky!” To this day, decades later, I still believe that is what I saw (tonight I might blame it on the Prosecco!)
I’d love to know was your favourite childhood Christmas present and whether you think Father Christmas is real too?