Memories, memories. When I was a kid, I was a member of the
Boys' Brigade for a time, who met in the hall of the church across the
road from where I then lived. One year, we were shown a catalogue from
which we could order various Christmas goodies, and I chose a chocolate
Advent calendar with an illo of Santa on it. There was something about
that picture that appealed to me, and I eagerly awaited its arrival.
to what I'd been expecting and paid for. "They must have been out of
them, so they've sent another!" was all the female Brigade leader said by
way of explanation. However, I never quite forgot that Santa, and many
years later (at least 20 I'd say, perhaps more), I saw a pack of three plastic
hanging Santas, identical to the one on the Advent calendar from so long
before. (I think I obtained them from another mail order catalogue,
but it could've been from a local shop.)
a dead-ringer for the undelivered one from my childhood. I've also got
a much smaller one, a cake decoration, which I acquired too many years
ago for me to recall exactly when (although it was after the larger ones).
Every Christmas, when I'm hanging them out, a mere glance transports
me back to that church hall (demolished around 22 years ago) and I'm
once again ten years old with almost my whole life ahead of me.
To borrow (and tweak) some lines of verse from
Iain Osborne's poem, HALCYON DAYS:
"Remembering with poignant joy,
the happy lad I was at ten -
And wishing I could be that boy,
if only for one day again."
Do you have any recollections of Christmases past
which you'd like to share with your fellow Criv-ites? If
so, the comments section awaits.
On reflection, I think it was actually a group called the CUBS
that I was a member of when this occurred. My time in the Boys'
Brigade was from a different period, held in the hall of another
school than the one I attended through the week.