Every year (well, since 2016 anyway) on Boxing Day, we read through our previous Christmas Days. It reminds us of people and places, of meals and happiness, of love. It is an ever growing moment each year to reflect on how things have changed. That’s why this page is here.
Oh, and it’s to make it easier for me to find the posts.
2008, 2007 and 2006 were the years I kept neither journal nor blog, therefore there are no records of how we spent Christmas…sadly. One thing is for sure, we didn’t go away.
2000 – We were in Castelruth with Bob and Claire. I remember Christmas Eve going to Midnight mass and when we came out the snow started so that by Christmas morning, the place was full of snow. It was stunning. We went for a walk and it was magical.
1999 – Christmas Day was spent at Aldershot with Farelli and our first UK Christmas tree who we called Tubby because it was round and squat rather than tall.
1998 – Unfortunately our most memorable and possibly worst Christmas Day was our first in the UK. This was the infamous Trip to the Lakes.
Mirinda was sick, the weather was awful and we signed on to a bus trip for people without people to spend Christmas with. There was one woman on the bus who took great delight in reading EVERY SINGLE SIGN we passed. We still mention her.
On the day itself, the food was mediocre and the entertainment consisted of the guy who played saxophone on Baker Street.
I really wish I’d kept a journal back then because it would have made a brilliant post.