I was lying in bed this morning thinking of Christmas when I was at home in the 50's.
Christmas didn't start in September like it does now, I think people had other things to worry about to get worked up so early.
Our Christmas didn't really start until about 2 weeks before Christmas.
We were not a wealthy family but had enough to live comfortably with enough food and heating etc.
My Mum used to save all year round in various Christmas clubs.
The Butcher, Newsagent, Green grocer, Off license and Grocery store.
She had a card for each shop and put a little money on each card every week throughout the year.
2 weeks before Christmas she would go to each of these shops and order the food for the two days of Christmas.
It was then delivered a day or two before the event to the house and I can still remember the smell of the box of fruit as it sat in the front room untouched until Christmas day.
Dad had two days of, Christmas day and Boxing day and went back to work after this, unlike today when most people are off work for a week.
Our tree never went up until Christmas Eve and this added to the excitement as we all looked forward to dressing it.
Today, I think the wonderful feeling has gone to some extent mainly through the greed of the shops to make as much money as they can out of us. I'm usually thoroughly sick of Christmas adverts and jingles by the time Christmas is actually here.
Back then it was anticipated and a joy.