Letter of the Week
AS we grow older and Christmas approaches we remember things from both our own, and our children’s, childhood.
One year with our children remains ingrained on our memories.
It was the moment every parent dreaded for, unlike them who go to bed early on Christmas Eve, parents still had many things to do such as presents brought out of their secret hideaways and placed under the tree ready for the following morning.
But such things cannot happen until you are sure your children are fast asleep and, as every parent knows, every sound will have their children sitting up and listening, convinced that Father Christmas has paid his visit to their home.
But at last, sleep will claim even the strongest-willed child determined to stare out of the bedroom window searching for a flying sleigh, and possibly hear the cry “ho ho ho.” And so it was with us. Our two children had succumbed to sleep and, with their presents placed beneath the tree, we retired to bed.
Only to be awoken around 5am the following morning by the sounds of our children talking to each other from their bedrooms and each asking the other if they thought he had been?
Well as you know, it is simply no use on a Christmas morning yelling at your children and ordering them back to bed, but 5am was far too early for either them, and indeed us, to get out of our beds. Christmas was a long day for both them, and us, as Christmas dinner had to be prepared for our family and the children’s grandparents.
But how do you make excited children return to their beds, if only for a little while?
I looked around the bedroom, searching for something that might just help me in our quest, and my gaze settled upon the dressing table.
On it was one of those little china bells that we all seemed to buy in the 60s and 70s as a reminder of a visit to Llandudno or Scarborough.
So armed with this, I tiptoed along the landing ringing the bell. The result was perfect. Our son, (the youngest child) said to his sister: “Can you hear that? It’s sleigh bells, quick back into bed, he hasn’t been yet.”
And there they stayed for another couple of blissful hours.
But there was also a little Christmas magic that year.
Our roof was far too steep for Father Christmas to land his sleigh on, and he decided to land on the roof of our Hillman Hunter estate.
That year we had a slight fall of snow, and there on the roof of the estate were two perfect markings, suggesting that Father Christmas had indeed lowered his present laden sleigh down on to it.
Well Christmas is a time for magic, isn’t it? The writer of the Letter of the Week wins a box of cakes from Lilibets of Paris, Southport. To collect your prize take in a copy of your letter together with photo ID to the shop at 24 Stanley Street during opening hours. For times go to www.lilibetsofparis.com Fred McCann Southport
Christmas is a time for magic