Christmas is meant to be MAGICAL!!!

Keep it magical

Kids are our future right?

SO Christmas time is meant to be magical, counting down til Christmas day, building up the excitement that Santa Claus is making all those presents, on Christmas eve hes going to come and have a bite out of the mince pie drink some milk and leave the presents that they asked for...

The current climate is tough on parents, prices going up and children's expectations are getting tougher to meet but it is important to still give the children that magical dream, it will stay with them for years.. Remember when you were kids and how it made you feel..

Could you imagine not having Christmas?

Just think how lucky you are to have a family, think of all those kids out there who are stuck in an orphanage

I spoke to grand parent about her experiences with Christmas an  d this is what she had to say:-

We, the “oldies”, have many varied memories of Christmas. When I reminisce about this time of the year, I am transported back to my childhood in a small town in Africa. December was summer time, a time of clear blue skies, hot sun beating down on the dry earth and a time of excitement for children waiting for that special day on the calendar.

For weeks prior to Christmas, the shops/stores were already celebrating with trees covered in twinkling, bright lights. Shelves were stacked with an assortment of gifts, enticing parents to buy for their children, family members and friends. Cheerful carols were played at a loud tone. There was nothing somber about this time of the year.

As a child, I couldn’t wait for the festive street lights to be switched on! What excitement. My sister and I would dash out to the family car and wait for my father and mother to join us. We couldn’t wait to reach the town centre where we would gaze in wonder at the beautiful, coloured illuminations around us.

On our return home, we would run to our room. There we would place our pillow case at the foot of our bed before going to sleep. This was one night of the year when children had no objections about going to bed!

I remember the excitement when waking up and finding the pillow case bulging with gifts from Santa. How did he always know exactly what my sister and I wanted for Christmas?? My parents came into the room and like parents all over the world, they were captivated by the expressions on our faces as we admired our presents. Our cries of joy indicated the amount of fulfilment of our dreams, desires or expectations.

These were my childhood years during WW2. Everything was in short supply, both food and luxuries. My mother made our clothes and many of our toys were of the knitted/crocheted/stuffed variety. She baked for our birthdays and other celebrations. We made do with what we had and we never lacked sustenance. My sister and I were secure in a world of conflict because we felt loved and protected.
Now, many years later, I have 2 grandchildren. My grandson, is 8 years old, and granddaughter is 4 years of age. My granddaughter was adopted from an orphanage in the Ukraine at the age of 2 years. The world, as I knew it during my childhood, is gone forever. Life has changed drastically. However, one thing has remained constant – Christmas. This is still a time of celebration, a time of sharing and caring. It is a time of counting ones blessings and bestowing some on others, less fortunate. It is time to remember Charles Dickens story of Scrooge. For me, especially, having an adopted granddaughter coming from an orphanage, it is a time to remember all those little souls still living without a home, without a Mommy and Daddy to spoil them on Christmas morning.

The reason i have written this blogg is because i feel a little guilty that i bitch and moan about what we have and i have forgotten all about those who dont...

I would like to make an appeal to readers to remember these little children too. I appeal to you to open your hearts and generously contribute gifts to these little ones so that they, too, may know the joy of receiving something special on such a special day.