GIRL ABOUT TOWN
Reliving Christmas traditions and festive memories starts young. Columnist Olivia HughesLundy, 24, from Timperley, is feeling nostalgic Cheshire Life: December 2018
December has always been my favourite time of year. I’m not an overly enthusiastic person about anything, but when it comes to Christmas time, it’s a completely different story. The whole thing makes me feel extremely happy and content. Maybe it’s because my birthday is also in December, but not so close to Christmas that I get the ‘It’s for your birthday and also for Christmas’ sort of presents! I know in this month that I am going to get spoilt rotten with good food, great company, a few parties and amazing gifts twice in one month.
Since starting university, I have moved around a lot, which creates a bit of instability, but I know that when it’s Christmas time that feeling of familiarity and calmness will return... knowing that the fridge fairy will have filled it up with goodies, the washing fairy will have sorted out my clothes and of course those little family traditions that really make it special will be in place. Who doesn’t have a tin of Quality Street constantly on the go, even though you don’t think about them for the other 11 months of the year? And suddenly discovering only a Baileys will do? Or that every meal must end with an overflowing cheese board that never seems to get any emptier.
I love the tradition of our ‘open house’ parties on Christmas Eve, even if it sometimes ends up as just us, and spending more time in the dining room than any other room in the house. Opening one present on Christmas Eve even though we know that for my brother (who is nearly 30) that will inevitably involve some form of Lego - it’s a tradition!
One big tradition that I am going to miss when my mum finally moves away from Altrincham is going out on Christmas Eve and bumping into everyone I have grown up with... reminiscing about all the stupid stuff we did together in our teen years and having the ‘where are we now? and where are they now?’ conversations on endless loop...i suppose that will be the Baileys, of course.
And then, there’s the big day itself. Everyone, including the dog, piling onto one bed to open the Christmas stockings first before going downstairs for bucks fizz with salmon and scrambled egg.
More presents and then inevitably we crash out while the kitchen fairy rustles up Christmas dinner with all the trimmings.
There was almost a revolt this year when it was suggested we may forgo the sprouts, yes, we take tradition seriously in this house!
Then finally ending Christmas dinner with games, which always seem to erupt in light hearted arguments over who is the real winner. But you know something? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Who doesn’t have a tin of Quality Street constantly on the go?”