Merry Christmas wonderful readers! I hope you all have a relaxing few days.
I will be taking a short blogging break over Christmas as Tom and I are off to Edinburgh on Boxing Day until next Monday. I’m really excited because I’ve never been to Scotland before, which seems criminal to me as it’s only a few hours drive away.
As I’ve said before, I don’t see the point of scheduling posts while I’m away and unable to reply to comments or comment on other blogs – it just seems wrong to me.
I’m going to leave you with a story of one of my favourite things about Christmas; Christmas pyjamas. Before I do though, I want to say thank you to you for reading my rambles and talking to me. I’ve met some wonderful people this year through blogging and I hope to do the same in 2015. You’re awesome.
Sitting around in front of the fire on Christmas evening, full of chocolate and playing boardgames or watching a film are my favourite childhood Christmas memories.
One year, when Harry Potter had first become really popular and the merchandise was everywhere, my sister and I both had loads of Harry Potter things, including Harry Potter pyjamas. I think we actually had matching pyjamas.
We used to share a room back then and it was in such a state after the excitement of Christmas. It looked like a bomb had gone off in a Harry Potter shop.
There were boardgames, Playstation games, Harry Potter bedsheets, pens, pencil cases, stickers for our bedroom wall, dolls, wand toys and my personal favourite; my sister’s soft, plush Hedwig.
It was bedtime and my Mum was trying to calm my sister and I down and had forced us to turn off the Playstation game and settle down in our new sheets in our new pyjamas. It took a while but we did eventually.
Everytime I put on Christmas pyjamas, I think of that moment and I can’t help but feel a little sad that I don’t get that excited about Harry Potter anymore. (I’m also upset that my sister has grown out of Harry Potter, while I am still a diehard fan.)
It’s fascinating how a type of clothing, not even a particular item, can bring back such strong memories and make you think about something you don’t think about at any other time of the year.
What are your favourite Christmas memories?