GIRL ABOUT TOWN

Re­liv­ing Christ­mas tra­di­tions and fes­tive mem­o­ries starts young. Colum­nist Olivia Hugh­esLundy, 24, from Tim­per­ley, is feel­ing nos­tal­gic Cheshire Life: De­cem­ber 2018

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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?”

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