tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post8158222438383052575..comments2024-03-18T08:42:53.876+00:00Comments on CRIVENS! COMICS & STUFF!: WHEN SANTA SKIPPED OUT ON THE BOYS' BRIGADE...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-2946996091538605782014-12-14T23:54:08.161+00:002014-12-14T23:54:08.161+00:00And here's to your brilliant childhood reminis...And here's to your brilliant childhood reminiscence, JP. Who's next?Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-1899538532760037602014-12-14T23:24:20.955+00:002014-12-14T23:24:20.955+00:00I'll share with you all my memories of the fir...I'll share with you all my memories of the first Christmas I ever remember way back in the mid 50's. As a toddler I sometimes used to climb into my parents bed with them in the early hours, then after a while I would start fidgeting about and would kick my legs furiously until I had expelled them both from the bed. Once I had the whole double bed to myself, I would then drop off to sleep, like a little angel!<br />Our family always used to Christmas at my Granny's and at the first one I remember I was put to bed in my Granny's bed to share with her, as I was only small. " Now remember, " my Mother instructed me as she tucked me in that Christmas Eve night, " DON'T KICK YOUR GRANNY OUT THE BED! " <br />" I won't! " I promised.<br />That night, in the middle of the night, I kicked my Granny out the bed.<br />I don't know where she got some sleep, perhaps in an armchair? AND she suffered with bad legs as well!!<br />In spite of my apalling behaviour, Santa had left me one of Mother's stockings crammed full of goodies, including some little square Noddy books.<br />Anyway, despite this dodgy start Granny loved me and I loved her DEARLY, so much so that every year I would have a fortnightly Summer holiday at Granny's - a tradition I continued right up until I got married.<br />EVERY single Christmas I remember magical times at Granny's, so here's to those BRILLIANT childhood times........John Pitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08035300858247327343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-88526215032829946552014-12-14T22:19:43.401+00:002014-12-14T22:19:43.401+00:00I associate Babtcham with Christmas as well, CJ, m...I associate Babtcham with Christmas as well, CJ, mainly because of the TV ads I saw in my childhood. So, even 'though I don't drink, I bought some Babycham glasses about 17 years ago. Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-73406101271998592932014-12-14T21:43:02.334+00:002014-12-14T21:43:02.334+00:00Babycham and homemade shandy always remind me of c...Babycham and homemade shandy always remind me of childhood Christmases - my parents rarely drank alcohol but we'd have beer at Christmas and lemonade to make the shandy. And Babycham too - us kids were allowed to drink that :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com