I wrote several short memories about Christmas this time last year, and I found them about a week ago on some small bits of paper. So I thought I better get them recorded somewhere a bit more permanent, seeings as I had gone to the trouble of remembering bits from a very sketchy memory bank.
#1
My earliest Christmas memory is waiting up for Santa. It almost killed me - listening to Mum and Dad chat and wrap - feeling like it was forever AND THEN finally SOMEONE came into my room. (Actually for some reason I was in the boys room in the bed under the window.) Anyway the someone was NOT SANTA but Mum or Dad - can't remember and it was dark. I do remember getting out of bed and trying to unwrap something in the dark, then giving up and going to sleep straight away. Mighty tired I was!! :)
The something that I tried to unwrap turned out to be a Wendy walker doll.
I don't remember being disappointed about my discovery, maybe I just wanted to confirm what I already believed to be true.
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