Generations
Today a great big box, wrapped in brown paper but not tied up with string, was delivered. My mother's Christmas parcel.
When I was a little girl - heck, even a teenager - my grandmother's Christmas parcel was like Christmas in a box.1 My great aunt even included a Christmas pudding which we ate with hard sauce. My Nan's parcel was always a bit chaotic, little bits stuck here and there, usually wrapped but sometimes not. Opening it, my mother and I would touch and shake each item, wondering aloud what it might be. We'd open the whole box, unpack and examine each item, set aside the food items for safekeeping, and pack it all away again until Christmas Eve, when the contents would be carefully placed beneath the tree.
I have such fond memories of my grandmother's Christmas parcel, and I wonder whether Jakob will experience his Nanny's Christmas box with the same gleeful anticipation.2
1 The year Canada Post just didn't get around to delivering my Nan's parcel - it sat, uncarded, at the local outlet until mid-January - my mother and I were crestfallen. We had a wonderful Christmas, but sorely missed the mysteries of my grandmother's Christmas package.
2 Or - to anticipate a comment my mother is sure to post! - whether we might get to spend Christmas together in the future?
When I was a little girl - heck, even a teenager - my grandmother's Christmas parcel was like Christmas in a box.1 My great aunt even included a Christmas pudding which we ate with hard sauce. My Nan's parcel was always a bit chaotic, little bits stuck here and there, usually wrapped but sometimes not. Opening it, my mother and I would touch and shake each item, wondering aloud what it might be. We'd open the whole box, unpack and examine each item, set aside the food items for safekeeping, and pack it all away again until Christmas Eve, when the contents would be carefully placed beneath the tree.
I have such fond memories of my grandmother's Christmas parcel, and I wonder whether Jakob will experience his Nanny's Christmas box with the same gleeful anticipation.2
1 The year Canada Post just didn't get around to delivering my Nan's parcel - it sat, uncarded, at the local outlet until mid-January - my mother and I were crestfallen. We had a wonderful Christmas, but sorely missed the mysteries of my grandmother's Christmas package.
2 Or - to anticipate a comment my mother is sure to post! - whether we might get to spend Christmas together in the future?
posted by Melanie A at 8:00 p.m.
1 Comments:
I am not so sure that I can make a Christmas parcel as intriguing as my Mom use to make but I am sure going to give it my best! I've already had so much fun this year buying things for Jakob and he is just a little baby. Imagine how much fun it will be when he is older and can help his Mommy open his Nanny's parcel, examine, shake and ponder over each gift before putting them all away again. And will he be as patient as his Mommy was when she was a little girl waiting for Santa!
And yes, hopefully I will be able to bring my parcel with us when we spend a Christmas together which I know we will. And I eagerly wait for that time.....
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