We always celebrated Christmas in the traditional way in our family and as far as presents were concerned we were given "one special present and one small present" so we were pretty lucky to receive these, as the family just grew and grew. Somehow, we older ones always had a hunt for where the presents were stored. The best year of this hunt was when my older brother Kerry managed to get hold of the car keys and opened the car boot and THERE THEY WERE! We had lots of secret whisperings about what might be in these parcels that Mum had so cleverly hidden! My sister and I had been given a doll each when we were young and these two dolls got passed down to the younger girls. (The dolls had cloth bodies and china head and limbs.) As Christmas approached, we would make new clothes for these dolls and that was the girls special present completed. Mum would be most annoyed if we swapped presents and she would make us swap back again!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.