tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post852444340757601812..comments2024-01-30T13:57:40.271+11:00Comments on LoveCats DownUnder: Six Things: Christmases PastAlly Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17352564320902831489noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-45427233763489355702016-12-08T21:37:43.313+11:002016-12-08T21:37:43.313+11:00LOL.LOL.Bronwyn Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720477786460767921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-16221531136276848972016-12-08T21:37:32.736+11:002016-12-08T21:37:32.736+11:00That's the thing about Santa, he is sooooo sne...That's the thing about Santa, he is sooooo sneaky. I'm sure we all attempted the all-nighter at one time or another and all swear that we never nodded off, not once, and yet the gifts magically appeared at some point in the night.<br /><br />Oh, you did a white Christmas in Europe! And you skated!! I am so envious. That is like a dream-fantasy for me, in which I am sailing gracefully across the ice, not falling EVER, even when I do spins. *happy sigh*Bronwyn Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720477786460767921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-57651225752187835832016-12-08T21:33:17.703+11:002016-12-08T21:33:17.703+11:00It is a cute photo, right? I should have captione...It is a cute photo, right? I should have captioned it Mr Shy, Mr Special and Mr Serious...which pretty much still sums them up!<br /><br />LOL at your memory. I can imagine your mum's horror at trying to identify the muddled gifts. That is so funnY!Bronwyn Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720477786460767921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-31753739049630971642016-12-08T21:30:52.236+11:002016-12-08T21:30:52.236+11:00Much of the specialness of Christmas is about anti...Much of the specialness of Christmas is about anticipation, isn't it? You are so right, Stefanie, and I still love the buildup and the preparations almost as much as the day(s) of celebration.Bronwyn Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720477786460767921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-63025101440953033602016-12-08T11:18:51.219+11:002016-12-08T11:18:51.219+11:00errr...that should read marital...not martial....
...errr...that should read marital...not martial....<br />Doh!Amy Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12690419732247281048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-9688896386334738952016-12-08T11:18:10.557+11:002016-12-08T11:18:10.557+11:00Great family pics, Bron! Love :-)
I remember sleep...Great family pics, Bron! Love :-)<br />I remember sleepingh out by the Christmas tree with my brothers one Christmas Eve because we wanted to catch Santa in the act... we never did but he came anyway! :-)<br /><br />One of my fav Chrismas memories though is a martial one. Ice skating on a frozen lake in Switzerland Christmas morning during our trip through Europe. Horses pullings sleighs going back and forth, the bells ringing across the ice. So magical!Amy Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12690419732247281048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-85870320194139719352016-12-08T11:12:15.977+11:002016-12-08T11:12:15.977+11:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Yvonne Lindsayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13239798631137178485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-38080174002776021782016-12-08T11:11:32.075+11:002016-12-08T11:11:32.075+11:00Hey, Bron! I love that photo of your boys. Thanks ...Hey, Bron! I love that photo of your boys. Thanks for sharing your Christmas memories. My favourite, from my childhood, was waking on Christmas morning before anyone else and dragging my bedspread and pillow up the hallway to the sitting room and the Christmas tree, where I'd lie on the floor and stare at the gifts that had magically arrived overnight and wonder which ones were for me. One year I decided the neatly stacked piles of gifts weren't right so I muddled everything up so it would look like the pictures you'd see in magazines and books. When Mum got up she was beside herself. She never used to tag them so my muddling made it a mission for her to figure out who was supposed to get what parcel that year! :-)Yvonne Lindsayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13239798631137178485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-42435205462306890172016-12-07T07:41:34.087+11:002016-12-07T07:41:34.087+11:00Love sharing the Christmas memories. I'm prett...Love sharing the Christmas memories. I'm pretty sure there's a similar santa photo in my mum's house from when my sister and I were little kids. <br /><br />My favourite Christmas memory is always of Christmas Eve when we'd wait for my mum to get home from work. No one was allowed to touch the snacks and so we'd sit on the couch and stare at the door, waiting for her to come home. Something about the anticipation has stuck in my mind :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07358827139946367507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-9132721506429917492016-12-06T20:50:51.033+11:002016-12-06T20:50:51.033+11:00I'm looking forward to that stage, Sue, should...I'm looking forward to that stage, Sue, should we be so blessed. Nothing beats the joy of sharing Christmas with family, and the little ones are just an extra dose of joy.Bronwyn Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720477786460767921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-64870787700551427652016-12-06T20:49:34.719+11:002016-12-06T20:49:34.719+11:00My Mum, who always made the pudding right up until...My Mum, who always made the pudding right up until the last few years, had to surrepticially recover all the sixpences once decimal currency came in. She did that for many, many years to keep up that tradition. It is one of my fondest memories. And she made a superb pudding and egg custard. One of my sisters has now taken over the task but I'm not sure she's doing it this year as she's on a healthy eating kick. Hope that doesn't mean we only get fruit salad for dessert?Bronwyn Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720477786460767921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-39962186898000080652016-12-06T20:46:37.810+11:002016-12-06T20:46:37.810+11:00Funny (but true) story. My hubby does not like fr...Funny (but true) story. My hubby does not like fruitcake. No, scratch that. He really loathes fruitcake -- anything heavy with dried fruit actually -- so I had to eat Santa's cake at our place. Such a hardship for all those years. :-)Bronwyn Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720477786460767921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-64611704902063398612016-12-06T13:36:56.669+11:002016-12-06T13:36:56.669+11:00Aww, that's a nostalgic post, Bronwyn. Lots of...Aww, that's a nostalgic post, Bronwyn. Lots of similar memories for me too. Now we have two grandkids and it's the same all over only different.Sue MacKayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05475372981173809219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-27234331120775356212016-12-06T11:45:44.900+11:002016-12-06T11:45:44.900+11:00Hi Bronwyn
You know mine are very similar to your...Hi Bronwyn<br /><br />You know mine are very similar to your memories family fun and another is of my Dad handing out the presents from under the tree when my kids were young they thought Poppy was the best Santa Claus :) and as for those yummy Christmas puddings with sixpences in them oh those were the days <br /><br />Merry Christmas<br /><br />Have Fun<br />Helen Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03984438742736003285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489168146200487747.post-20328498939999310682016-12-06T10:57:03.394+11:002016-12-06T10:57:03.394+11:00What a lovely list of memories, Bron! I have fond ...What a lovely list of memories, Bron! I have fond memories of my dad driving us around on Christmas Eve to look at all of the Christmas trees in the neighbourhood's windows, as well as the other assorted decorations. And what Christmas would be complete without making sure there was a bucket of water for the reindeer and fruitcake for Santa. ;-)Michelle Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07748538761711892080noreply@blogger.com