Lor­raine Lo­gan

Hud­son Ori­gi­nal­ly from Scot­land

L'Etoile - - IN OTHER WORDS -

My me­mo­ries of being a child in Scot­land in­clude de­co­ra­ting our ar­ti­fi­cial Ch­rist­mas tree 12 days before Ch­rist­mas. And we would al­ways take it down 12 days af­ter Ch­rist­mas. On Ch­rist­mas Eve, we would have our baths and then bis­cuits and milk before bed. Of course, we would al­so put out a plate of bis­cuits and­milk for San­ta and car­rots for the rein­deer. My sis­ter, brother and I would go to our rooms and sing Ch­rist­mas ca­rols to­ge­ther­be­fo­re­wewent to sleep.

On Ch­rist­mas­mor­ning, we would get up and see if San­ta had been. One of us would stand guard over the pre­sents and the other two would run off to drag our pa­rents out of bed. We would spend the day playing with our pre­sents and then­watch TheWi­zard ofOZ. We would get dres­sed up in our new clothes and have our tra­di­tio­nal tur­key with roast po­ta­toes, brus­sels sprout, car­rots, gra­vy, stuf­fing, chi­po­la­tas and cran­ber­ry sauce. We would pull our cra­ckers, put on the pa­per hats and read the jokes en­clo­sed in the cra­ckers. Once we fi­ni­shed din­ner we would have trifle for des­sert. As­we­got ol­der, we­were al­lo­wed a glass of­sher­ryand­thenwe’dplayour­new­board­games.

PHOTO KRIS­TI­NA ED­SON

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