As a child, my Aunt would be the one who brought us our Advent Calendars.
There was a shop called 'The Library & Music Shop', so called because it sold books and music ... I know, and they had Medici Cards. The Medici Society was founded in 1908 as a publisher of art prints and cards and I always thought that Medici cards were obviously the poshest because people would talk about them with that hushed voice of reverence.
The Advent Calendar theme would always be either religious or feature Father Christmas and the numbers would appear non sequentially so you had to hunt the number that you were looking for.
Each window would open to a drawing with the final one, the 24th December showing the manger scene. This always confused me because Christmas Day was the 25th. Never did get to the bottom of that one.
Advent calendars have their origins, as do many modern Christmas traditions, in Germany during the 19th Century. Just like Christmas trees, we, here, in the UK, embraced them.
My mum worked for a lovely couple who were German / Austrian and one year they gave me an advent candle. I liked sitting in the twilight and watching the candle burn down to the next number.
I treated a friend to one, as a present, one Christmas. They lit it, and promptly forgot about it.
Well, as you can imagine, it burnt down, past the next day and a few more days.
All I got was a complaint from them that it was a waste of time. Perhaps, occasionally, traditions are wasted on some people!
These days, you can have presents in your calendar.
Hubby has a tea advent calendar. It's a great way to try out different flavours and an excuse to take a little time for himself as he makes his cup of tea and sits and drinks it.
I have indulged in a chocolate advent calendar. Rather than just gobbling the choccies as I do with other things, I'm going to take a moment, each afternoon, and sit and eat my daily truffle.
Now that is a form of mindfulness I can cope with.
So, I'm trying to watch a Christmas movie each day between now & Christmas.
Yes, I want schmaltzy.
Yes, I want corny romance.
Yes, I want Die Hard!
62 = Total Watched To Date
November = 18
December = 44
The List watched so far:
On the list:
Tried but failed:
As a child, I would go with my mum on Christmas Eve to the greengrocers and buy our Christmas tree.
It would be left in the garden until my father came home, then he would put it into a large bucket of sand, then the bucket into a decorative box that he made years ago.
On the front of the box was a paper cut tree on red paper that I think I made in Infant School. It got turned around in different directions depending on how big the tree was (so whether or not the tree was in the box or on the box).
There would be around 20 minutes of wobbling the tree to get it straight.
Now with our artificial tree, getting it straight involves playing with 3 screws in the base of the tree stand. Far easier.
As with most of the things involved with Christmas, my mother would save up the money to buy the tree from her part time job. The tree would be up only until the 12th day of Christmas and would always be taken down for the 6th January. The idea that it would be up any longer just didn't cross anyone's mind.
During these early years of my childhood, my maternal grandmother lived in the first house in our road. She always had an artificial tree, a silver tinsel one. I thought it was rather magical.
My parents' friend, who lived opposite us had a green tinsel tree which they always hung long silver strands of silvery tinsel stuff on and 'angel hair' to look like snow ... I think it was just some form of thin cotton wool. I always felt it very busy looking and was secretly worried that it might catch fire!
From our first Christmas together, hubby and I always had a real Christmas tree but back in 2016 we decided that it was time to move to an artificial one as we were having problems sources trees that hubby liked.
I didn't realise that buying an artificial Christmas tree would take us 3 months and visits to over 6 garden centres! But we found it in the end.
When we first got together, hubby and I bought a set of cheap baubles from Ikea (where we also got our first tree). As we travelled around together, we bought decorations to remind us of our travels and I also made hubby a decoration each year.
Last year I missed out on my Christmas Cheese order by a few days.
So, when I was able to order early, this weekend, I was reminded of how my mum paid the milkman a pound extra each week so that at Christmas she had a 'hamper' delivered with special Christmas food.
I think she would start around easter and it cost about £30 which, when the weekly shop was around £20 was a massive amount of money.
Although our milkman was Unigate, I found this ad from the period for Express Dairies which gives a taste of what you could save for. We used to go for the cupboard food bundle as mum would put away a few pounds each week with the butcher, in order to pay for the meat at Christmas.
There would be all the accompaniments for Christmas dinner; cranberry sauce, mint sauce, bread sauce packet (special because it was Knorr!).
A Christmas biscuit selection box - one each of savoury cheese for biscuits and sweet biscuits. A packet of Cornish biscuits (I loved their texture). The classic McVitie's Tunis cake ... a joy to behold with its marzipan fruits on top (see the link for more on this 1970s delight) and some glace fruit.
There would be tins of soup ... Always Baxters... I still think of these as being posh because of that. Tinned vegetables; including a tin of Heinz Russian salad, which was basically carrots, beans, peas and potatoes in salad cream .. in a tin!
A couple of packets of nuts would also be in there. Always KP. Always peanuts and a packet of either mixed nuts or cashews.
Then there would be the Bird's Trifle. That totally chemically created thing that had rock hard trifle sponges, strangely bright red coloured jelly, custard and a 'cream' substitute that was whiter than brilliant white emulsion paint. And don't forget the hundred's and thousands sprinkled on the top. It was supposed to feed a family of four, but in reality, it barely fed one person.
Elizabeth Shaw mint thins ... or matchmakers. And iced Gems. Those little biscuits with hard icing that could shred your mouth if you dared to chew them before having sucked them for 20 minutes to get them soft.
Tinned meat ... Tinned ham in that strange arch shaped tin and corned beef. Old oak for the ham and Princes for the corned beef.
And for the tinned fruit ... tropical fruit cocktail. The same as a standard fruit cocktail, but with pineapple. And talking of pineapple, there would be that tin of crushed pineapple that no one knew what to do with and lived in the back of the cupboard until Christmas next year when mum would make us eat it for tea one day because you legally couldn't have two tins of it in the house or the world would end.
Pickles were always a big thing in the box. Piccalilli, which was so yellow with no forbidden food colours that it almost glowed in the dark. Those mini gherkins that were so hard, along with silver skin onions, rock hard olives and maraschino flavoured cherries because, at Christmas every woman would be whipping up a dry Martini for her husband and popping a maraschino cherry into her Cinzano Rousso and lemonade.
There would be a crate of soft drinks ... Always corona because 'every bubble has passed it fizzical'. I would be allocated one bottle of limeade and one bottle of cherryade to get through the festivities. There would be masses of lemonade because ... Well, you need something to add to your Cinzano. Although I strongly believe that mum and her friends had basically lemonade with a dash of Cinzano so it looked pink and smelt exotic.
If mum had a bit extra money, she would go for the top tier hamper which would also have two bottles of wine; always a choice between Blue Nun, Black Tower and Matteus Rose (do you like Demis Roussou?).
There would be an advent calendar (paper ... no chocolates in it in the 70s), some paper chain papers to make up and a card from the milk man.
It was such a big thing opening up the box. We'd all sit round and ooh and hah as each item was pulled out from the shredded wood and put into little groups on the carpet.