At Christmastime, people often look back at previous Chrismases and share memories of people and events thst were fun. I thought I'd share a Christmas that happened when our son Iain was little.
We spent Christmas in England with Nigel's parents in 1985 when Iain was 3 years old. Here are some photos from that Christmas day.
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| "Santa came!" -- Oops, sorry "Father Christmas came!" |
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| "Open it, Dad!" |
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| Sitting in Nigel's mum's lap |
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| Playing with noisemakers on the stairs with Nigel's dad |
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| About to pull a Christmas cracker |
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| I don't know what they're both looking at, but they're very engrossed in whatever it is |
I think back on that time now with incredulity. I was almost 30, and I had decided I wanted to know what an English Christmas was like, so that I could understand what kind of celebration my husband had grown up with. So we basically invaded my in-law's home for the entire month of December.
I am now the age they were then. I can't imagine what it would be like to have house guests with a young child running amok in my house for an entire month now that I'm in my 60s. I thought I was doing them a great favor, letting them get to know their grandson better, as he was being raised so far away in the U.S. I realize now how stressful it must have been for them.
Perspective is everything.
