Reece Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 I posted this on a different forum and thought it was worth posting here as well. I was just wondering this as I tend to get a bit nostalgic around Christmas time. I remember being on a steam train one year with a santa on it. Not entirely sure where it was but after looking around I would bet money on it being Grosmont (North York Moors railway). I must have been about 4. I also remember (a bit more clearly) winning some Christmas toy at school when I was about the same age. There were several different ones but I cried in the assembly because I wanted the santa one instead of the one I actually got, and the teacher then gave me the santa one instead. I think I still have it somewhere. So what are your earliest Christmas memories? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Geordie Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Visiting my Nan and grandpa in the 70s in High Wycomb and being snowed in. She had a lodger called Mr Blewit. He was a Magician and had us all enthralled. I got a tin car that Christmas about a foot long. Miss my Nan. A very warm and friendly woman. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
big bad lindz Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Geting put to bed by my dad on christmas eve with my stocking (one of my dads big woolen work socks) clenched in my fist so that when santa took it out of my hand I would wake up and see him only to find that when I did wake up the stocking was still clenched in my fist but filled with goodies , sweets, a torch, toy soldiers, an apple & orange and a 1/2 crown (showing my age a little) I still to this day dont know how he did it. Happy Christmas to you and yours and all the best for 2015 BBL Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bullet1747 Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Geting put to bed by my dad on christmas eve with my stocking (one of my dads big woolen work socks) clenched in my fist so that when santa took it out of my hand I would wake up and see him only to find that when I did wake up the stocking was still clenched in my fist but filled with goodies , sweets, a torch, toy soldiers, an apple & orange and a 1/2 crown (showing my age a little) I still to this day dont know how he did it. Happy Christmas to you and yours and all the best for 2015 BBL Not the sock Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
den5008 Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Playing out in the snow at nine o'clock Christmas night with my brother when I was about 8 or 9,Happy days. atb Den Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollieollie Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 I recall my dad pulling me to the shop on a sledge, not seen snow in that quantity since. Also thinking I hadn't got the present I wanted but I had really, was a trick. My nan smoking fags and putting them out in a weird ashtray on a stand thingy and finally my brother revealing the truth about Santa far too early(I presume everyone knows the truth by now) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sako751sg Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 (edited) Waking up with a couple of inches of ice on the inside of the bedroom window.Buying Brut for the old fella and a box of chocolates for the old dear,eating most of them and then weighing doon with a couple of toy cars and wrapping them up.Getting an action man and Jeep,absolutely awesome.Finally,getting to open Oor Wullie/The Broons the night before and reading till the early hours. Great memories. Great thread BTW.Brought a smile to my coupon thinking about it. Edited December 14, 2014 by sako751sg Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bullet1747 Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 1 second past midnight Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollieollie Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Oh and watching the goonies Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
clakk Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 first tonka toy ,a bulldozer awesome gift in the 70,s when i were a lad ,eh .only bout 5 or 6 but beyond pleased Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
keg Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Opening presents, Church on Christmas morning. Big family Christmas dinners and walks after, then snoozing the evening away. I once remember falling asleep watching a film then waking up in bed on boxing day morning, do not remember being taken to bed at all. Sadly, most of the family have passed away now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hoggysreels Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 My mum and dad digging out the pensioners who where snowed in their bungalows .. there were numerous people digging to get to their doorways. Never seen snow like it before or since. It was a very cold winter .. thats the first l can recall 1962/63 Xmas ... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyska Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Mine aren't good memories sadly, lots better now I have my own young family😊 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daystate 177 Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 I remember my folks 1st house mid to late 80's going off my sisters age as she was born in there 2nd house, I was awoken xmas eve with Santa in my room and he did the hohoho thing and I needed new bed sheets after that put the fear of God into me and hated Santa after that as it scared me! Once old enough I found out it was my uncle who is part of the round table thinking he was doing a good thing to this day I don't let him forget he made me scared of Santa! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Al Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 I convinced my parents to buy me an adventure set. The reason I wanted it was the the reason they didn't want to buy it - it contained a pen knife. I was about 4 or 5. As soon as I opened it it was straight to the knife. Within a few minutes I had cut myself and spent the of the day hiding this from my parents. I knew they'd take it off me. I loved that penknife. And that was the only time I cut myself with it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smokinggun Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 (edited) I remember when I was quite young I had asked Santa for a teenage mutant turtle play tent and I was woken to my dad who had built it downstairs tripping and swearing bringing it up the stairs to leave in my room for morning, I realised Santa wasn't real that night but I was so happy with my tent I pretended to be asleep and then got in my tent and slept in it all night. Edited December 14, 2014 by smokinggun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SHOOTEMUP Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 My mum and dad digging out the pensioners who where snowed in their bungalows .. there were numerous people digging to get to their doorways. Never seen snow like it before or since. It was a very cold winter .. thats the first l can recall 1962/63 Xmas ... Ah yes I remember that winter we had no water for at least two weeks as it was frozen up but next door did so we used to fill the downstairs bath with a hose pipe and I know its not H&S but I remember the workmen in the street setting fire to the pavement to get the cover off the mains tap then pouring petrol mixed with paraffin and some old rags down the hole and setting fire to that. it burned for ages and I can remember seeing several of these burning when it was dark but it didn't work for us but it restored water to quite a few of the houses in our street. One thing I do remember was nobody moaning about it just everyone helping each other I don't know if people would be quite the same now but I think most would. Merry Christmas and a great and "HAPPY" new year to you all Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
islandgun Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 excitement, sock with presents on the bed first thing in the morning, more presents under the tree, snow in 62/3, playing outside with the other kids on christmas day and christmas dinner in the front room, grown ups letting the kids win at monopoly, now and in the past watching my own kids do the same stuff Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyska Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Geting put to bed by my dad on christmas eve with my stocking (one of my dads big woolen work socks) clenched in my fist so that when santa took it out of my hand I would wake up and see him only to find that when I did wake up the stocking was still clenched in my fist but filled with goodies , sweets, a torch, toy soldiers, an apple & orange and a 1/2 crown (showing my age a little) I still to this day dont know how he did it. Happy Christmas to you and yours and all the best for 2015 BBL That's a cracking story, love it. I make great efforts to make things happen like that with my kids. I was with my daughter near to Xmas day and we heard a large thump upstairs, I told her it might be the Xmas fairies checking on her, I wrote a note with the sharpest pencil, so small, and left it on her bed for when she went up, she was so excited she couldn't talk, had to ring her granddad to tell him, she nearly wet herself. I almost cried😄 Fantastic time for everyone who embraces it, especially with young foals around, I love it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenboy Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 I can remember my at the time 7 year old brother going through to the dining room while we were all watching telly and necking half a bottle of wine that had been left out from dinner , he was totally wasted One year i had a cracking present of a wind up rabbit that went across the floor while you shot at it with a side by side rubber dart gun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fisherman Mike Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 The Christmas of 63 I remember very well even though I was only 5 years old.. Our village was isolated by the heavy snow and my father worked for a local engineering company. One of his colleagues was a retired pilot officer and saw active combat during the war being a former spitfire and hurricane pilot. He was fortunate to be one of the few of his squadron that was not killed in aerial combat. We were dragged to his house in the village for a pre Christmas lunch sherry ( Mum and Dad not my Brother and I ) and this chap Fred Murray...got all of these old photos out of his squadron and the planes he flew and also some models and even old cine 8 film...He even had the original linen from the fuselage with the RAF roundel on it. My brother and I were mesmerised and I have had a fixation about the Hawker Hurricane ever since... He often came to dinner over the years and I used to meet him in the pub occasionally when I was in my early 20,s...such an interesting man to speak to...always maintained that the Spitfire was a shed to fly and the Huricane was the better and more successful plane....but it was the Luftwaffe who sensationalised the Spit. I suppose he should know having flown both. When my dad was alive we always used to toast him each Christmas and I still do.! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paddy Galore! Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 The earliest memory I can recall is going to a party with my dad, and coming back home with my mum Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyska Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 The earliest memory I can recall is going to a party with my dad, and coming back home with my mum Your dad became a tranny when he was drunk? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fisherman Mike Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Your dad became a tranny when he was drunk? Priceless Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
felly100 Posted December 14, 2014 Report Share Posted December 14, 2014 Getting excited what the picture was going to be,behind the door on the advent calendar. No chocolate in them in the early seventies. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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