The Christmas that sticks out in my memory was around 1980. It was the last Christmas before my nan died (my mom's mom) and as usual we went to my nan and grandad's house for tea in the evening.
I remember I had had a car from Father Christmas which had batteries in it. It would go along till it came to a wall, then it flipped over and carried on going in the opposite direction, till it reached another wall and flipped over again. It was a really top present in those days!
My sister (older and wiser than me!) decided to experiment to see if it would work on any surface, so she knelt down with her head on the carpet and tried to get it to climb over her head. The car's wheels stuck in her long hair and got tangled. I was moaning and panicking about my car and Deb was moaning and panicking about her hair! In the end she had to be 'cut out' of it with my nan's scissors! I was more concerned that my car might be broken (typical brother) but luckily it was okay! I still have it today - and it still works too!
Those were happy Christmas days - nan always did a good salad-type tea - her cups of tea always tasted strange to me because she used 'sterilised' milk, which we never used - and afterwards we always played 'Bingo' for pennies. We were always excited when we won a 'house' - usually there were about 12 of us, so sometimes we won as as much as 12p!!
Going home that night, we stepped out of my nan's front door and found it was snowing - one of the few times I remember snow on Christmas Day. It was fairly deep too - about six inches, and dad had to clear the show from round the car before we could drive off.
That's definitely one Christmas I remember with great fondness. By the following year my nan had died, and we went to my aunt's for Christmas tea instead, but things were never the same.