Christmas Traditions, Part 1

As a particular annual holiday approaches, I thought I’d write a little series on Christmas traditions from my past and my present.

I say “I thought I’d write”, it was actually a suggestion from my wife, as I was not having any ideas congeal into a suitable post topic this evening. So, many thanks to my wonderful wife.

When we were kids, my sister and I would get up early on Christmas Day, and on birthdays, and climb into my parents’ bed. I’ve got a feeling that sometimes we opened our stockings there, but my memory is vaguer on that point. I also think that sometimes the radio would be on, I seem to recall listening to the 25th Anniversary episode of I’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again (which was broadcast on Christmas Day).

I think that this may be why I tolerate the older kids in bed better than my wife does. They don’t join us often, and it can be tricky to keep them quiet enough and not-wriggly enough to not disturb everyone.

2 thoughts on “Christmas Traditions, Part 1”

  1. We liked you to open your stocking presents in our bed so that we could see your reactions. I was glad that you didn’t do what my cousin Jean and I did one year, which was to wake up at 3 or 4am and empty our stockings then, getting more and more excited so that eventually we woke my parents, who came and protested that it was Far Too Early to be making so much noise and Go Back To Sleep!!!

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