Christmas time comes around once a year. Thank goodness I hear you say, however I love Christmas time. It brings back memories of when I was a kid growing up on the farm. My nanna (my mum’s mum) would always spend Christmas with us. My Dad would pick her from Geraldton, about an hours drive from the farm and for a couple of weeks at a time she would stay with us and sleep in my bedroom. I used to love that, as she would tell us bedtime stories. Oh no, no books, she would know them off by heart. You know the ones, Three Little Pigs, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, The Gingerbread Man and so many more! I don’t think they traumatised me in any way!
Then the day after Boxing Day, we would all pile onto the old truck, (no seat belts in those days) and head off up to the beach and our make shift camp, made of t-tree and hesian bags. It was always fun. We would play cricket, run races, go swimming, Dad would fish, we would help him run the net and slept at night on our bunks made from wood and with hesian bags nailed to the sides, like a hammock. Ah the memories, until one Boxing Day, my dear nanna passed away, right there, on the kitchen floor in front of my brother and I. That is one Christmas I’ll never forget. I often think back now and wonder how my mum coped without her mum.
The years went by, we grew up, however Christmas was always held at the farm. Even when we all married and had kids of our own, every year, we would pack up the car and off we would go, back to the farm. Spending a few nights there. Some of my Dad’s family lived on farms nearby and they would come over for morning tea or later for afternoon tea or sometimes we would all hop in the car and go and visit them. There was always someone coming or going.
Dad always went to midnight mass. He never missed and we would all go along too. As hard as it was to get out off bed at 11 o’clock and then drive in the dark to the little church at Northampton. The Christmas carols were the best. Oh how I loved to sing those carols. Then we would head home, check the fireplace to see if Father Christmas had been, nope, and head to bed then wake up early in the morning and quietly sneak out to the Christmas tree and lo and behold, there were all these presents under the tree. It was such fun being a kid.
Now, 50+ years later, my children have grown and up and moved away from home. They have their own children now and it’s all about making the best of Christmas for them. Three years ago, our middle daughter moved overseas and our son and his family were living in the Eastern States and Christmas became very quiet. Our eldest daughter joined us the first year and it was really strange, just the three of us, then the next year, she had a new partner and they went off and did their thing, so we had Christmas on our own. It was strange but good at the same time, however in saying that, I’ve done it once and don’t want to do that again. Last year, we hopped on the plane and spent Christmas in New South Wales with our son and his family.
Now this year, we’ve already made the trip to NSW and our daughter and her family are back from South America so our eldest daughter said it’s her turn to put Christmas on for us. So we are going to the city and will be looking forward to being wined and dined and enjoy Christmas by their pool. For our US friends, this also means anywhere between 35-40c and sometimes even higher. I’ll be finding the coolest place and that could be in the pool.
While the families were away, I started making photo ornaments for my Christmas tree using the traditional Creative Memories products. However, this year, and as my gift to you, our wonderful fans, I have made them digitally. Below is a PDF that you can download with instructions on how to make Christmas Family Tree Ornaments.
Font: Christmas Card from dafont.com
The Christmas tree was made out of a dead flower from a cactus plant, painted silver with glitter added.