Christmas: Our Special Visitor
Katie Rose Phillips once sang that she saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus, but when I was a little girl, I saw him Aunt Cathy's predominant brand new baby.
The next day, which falls on the fifth year of a child is special and I was no exception, old enough to Rituals appreciate young enough to be suspended in all its magic.
This particular season was scheduled to be perfect, my whole family gathered, a little brother to the ropes and a larger, they learn to show. Plus a thick layer of crunchy, snow man snow-ready.
My mother had the house with festively dressed in abundance, holly branches draped all images and a large wreath hung with pine cones at the front door of a luxurious red ribbon. Everywhere a knick-knack with a story that my brother is shaky ceramic angels, candles, miniature in his hand, brought a Christmas tree ball from a winter in small shop in London.
Not to mention the most enormous Christmas tree, which towered above me on the ceiling. It took my father and most of the morning (he was quickly added) one afternoon to the effort, it is in the hose and ready to rest for decoration. My mother also had large, use a ladder to the fairy in the first place.
I gave her the decorations to the care of the keepers of the crown jewels and with as much pride. The ceremonial switching on of lights, when the sun had set me light from the inside. I was ready for the games begin.
And so they did. A week full of friends, mulled wine and mince pies, sledding, Christmas songs and a memorable Appearance of Jack and the Beanstalk, when the giant had to Aunt Cathy's big belly in the front row and joked about her not with the baby until the end of the show. What I could not understand, knowing the baby would not be so stupid: We wanted to first enjoy Christmas!
The shaking of the occupied presents every spare moment to whisper, and to advise the content with my brothers. As the leader, I had lunch for the task of coloring in my Father's Day, a Tradition, which for many years to come was still elected.
I thought we would be no room for Turkey (with everything), and a flaming Christmas puddings have been lying to the consumption of all nuts, Turkish delight and Christmas cake Mum had in small dishes on the table beside the fireplace, ready for Christmas.
But what really fascinated me was the bit I in colored pencil with special care in gold, the 'Special Guest Appearance at the bottom of the menu. I hoped against hope it would be Santa Claus, but my parents gave away nothing, I would have to wait and see.
Fortunately, Christmas Eve was so full I barely had time to move on I'm living it, with a morning walk in the crystal white fields near our house and a beautiful church in the afternoon, by a tiny nativity scene and completed a noisy donkey.
Exhausted at night and with the promise of excitement the next day I could hardly stop my eyes before closing time when my brothers and I left the reindeer overcome their peanut snacks under the tree and Santa Claus his glass of sherry.
Of course I could not unpack my gifts fast enough in the morning, racing stitched down to the assorted goodies in my hand sock unraveled before the fun of the day open to all in advance of the moment than I had imagined a dozen times already: the arrival of the guest of honor.
I saw him coming to the door with his fluffy Beard and bag gifts bellowed a deep "Ho Ho Ho", bent down to cuddle me in his bright red outfit. He was every bit as impressive as I had hoped was my only disappointment is that Uncle Bill had taken a Christmas present for our old neighbors next door and will miss him!
But just as he was asked if we had been let out good girls and boys, my aunt Cathy a huge moan and there was a flood of confusion. Suddenly began to rush the adults and all the children were ushered off to watch "A Christmas Carol" on TV
A tumult filtered through from next door, while in our room my big Cousins did when her mother wanted to know to be in order some point was a short silence followed by the first cry of a newborn.
My mother came to the TV room and told us we should come to meet someone. And Santa Claus was holding the newest addition to our great family.
"Is that Baby Jesus? "I asked, incredulously.
"No," laughed my father. "But it is the special guest."
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About the Author
Katie Davies studied Fine Art as a degree and then worked as an artist for fifteen years. After getting married in the late nineties she found it increasingly difficult to juggle family and career, so she gave up work to stay at home and look after her two young children.
