Bah Humbug

Stevie Turner

It’s got to that time of year again when my daughter-in-law starts nagging me to put up a Christmas tree.  Hers goes up around the beginning of December, but I find that as I grow older I have tended to take my mother’s point of view and sigh.

As as child I don’t ever remember my mother putting up a Christmas tree.  However, there was an artificial one in the loft, and Dad would get it down if I asked him to.  I’d then decorate it and make it look nice, but if it hadn’t been for my efforts my parents would never have bothered with any Christmas decorations.  At the time I couldn’t understand why they would not want a tree in their front room.  What they looked forward to at Christmas (and me too) was the all-night East End parties with the family, where we sang and danced…

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