Remember When: The Ghosts of Christmas Past

It's almost Christmas, and if you're looking for a reason to get all nostalgic and soppy, now is probably the time. I think a combination of putting up the Christmas tree, a recent trip to the John Lewis toy section, and a viewing of Nativity! has got me thinking about my 'Christmas Pasts' this afternoon.

For as long as I can remember, and I remember a lot, I've always loved Christmas. I've never had particularly big Christmases. There's never lots of children running round, and it's usually just me and my parents, splitting my time between my Mum's and my Dad's. Regardless, I can't seem to get enough of the Christmas season.

Christmas 2001 was particularly good. It was the year of the Doll's house. I woke up on Christmas morning and after opening stocking presents, I made my way downstairs to find a note from Father Christmas, telling me that he'd asked my Grandad to make me a Doll's house, as he knew what a fantastic job he'd do. However, I had to go on a hunt for it. I searched all over the house, in the garage outside, I even looked in the car, but nothing. Eight year old me wasn't actually that concerned. After all, Father Christmas had told me I'd find it, and Father Christmas doesn't lie. 

We used to go to my Nan on my Mum's side for Christmas dinner every year. As soon as we arrived there I was straight inside, searching for my Doll's house. Considering she lived in a pretty small bungalow, it didn't take me long to find it. A beautiful victorian style dolls house, it even had the number of my own home on the front. After that, I was set for the day. My dad popped back home to collect some of my Sylvanian Families, and I spent the rest of the afternoon putting together the perfect home for my collection of rabbits, bears and other woodland creatures.

 I think that is probably my favourite Christmas present to date.