CHRISTMAS TALES - PERSONAL

Memoirs

CHRISTMAS MOURNING

The Ronettes where playing on the radio, It was Christmas morning. The children were rushing about like they'd had a

CHRISTMAS'S LONG REMEMBERED

Sadly my parents have gone now my Dad when I was only twenty one and my Mum 15 years later but they live on in my memories especially at Christmas.

FIRST WORKING CHRISTMAS

In the early seventies I was living in an area of Stevenage called Marymead where my mother was the warden at a block of sheltered accommodation flats for the elderly.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU BOTH

Happy Christmas to you both See, we did remember

IT ISN’T SUPPED WITH ENDLESS BEERS

The magic of Christmas Isn’t supped with endless beers

IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE

It was Christmas Eve We were preparing for Christmas day

REMEMBER DECEMBER

The chilly month of December Is the time for us to remember

THE PIPES OF CHRISTMAS PAST BLOW OUT

The pipes of Christmas past blow out

THINGS THAT GO BUMP, ELECTRICKERY AND OTHER DISASTERS

It was in the early hours of Christmas morning when I was awoken by a loud crash from the direction of the chimney breast. I look arround and my wife who is a very light sleeper hadn't stirred.

The Silver Tinsel Tree

Being born in the late fifties I have few recollections of that austere decade, almost all of my earliest memories are from the brasher, brighter and less restrained sixties.