Yeah, I thought we could have a Christmas nostalgia thread.
What was your favourite ever Christmas present?
Or the one you remember more than any other?
Or the one you really wished for & never got?
Any amusing Christmas Day stories of granny farting during the Queen’s Speech (RIP)?
Any pics of wee you & Santa at his grotto in the Arndale?
General chat about Christmases of your youth please
*This denotes an inclusive version of season’s festivites that can include any winter festival holiday chat of any faith or tradition, religious or secular
You’d wind it up and it would do endless ‘gravity-defying’ laps of its track
Exciting for a grand total 90 seconds. Absolutely pointless present made even more galling by the fact that we were at my older cousins’ place that Christmas and they got the top-of-the-range Silverstone Scalextric
Best present was 1997 when me and my sister persuaded my dad to buy us a PlayStation as a joint present, even though it was like double what he would usually spend on us.
Spent Christmas Day running around Lara Croft’s house on Tomb Raider II, trying to trap the butler in the fridge.
I reckon books are the definitive best present really aren’t they? Hard to be annoyed when you open them cos you don’t know if they’re any good yet or not
Realised after starting this thread that I always got books every year and quite a few of them I still have and have read to my own kids - Treasure Island, Secret Garden, Wind in the Willows, Black Beauty and loads and loads of Roald Dahl books
yet at the time I was totally covetous of my cousins’ Transformers & He-Man figures and their remote control A-Team van
I was ecstatic to receive a Cricket doll one year. Look how terrifying it is! It was huge too (in my mind it is about 2 feet tall but I don’t know if I have exaggerated that!). It had a cassette player in its back and would ‘talk’ to you and its mouth moved.
One Christmas morning I remember putting a blob of teenage mutant hero turtle slime on the end of one of those hand pumped balloon inflaters and from a distance of about 6ft firing it directly up my snoring fathers nose. Life doesn’t get much better when you’re 8. Fond memories, happier times.