Xmases past are easy to be nostalgic about. We usually started the day in our own house awake early and seeing what the bearded one who travelled all the way in the snow and came down our chimney in the middle of summer. Toys would be whatever my father's boss managed to give my father along with his last weeks pay. These were toy cars, dinky toys, dolls, golliwogs that are now non-pc, and other things. The best toys were always those that father made; wooden six shooters polished black, trucks complete with tire treads and puppets that danced on boards. Some years we got large chunks of chocolate cut from blocks with our own knives left by Santa on the table. Father would make excuses for him.
For the rest of the day the extended whanau would have a hangi under the blooming puhutukawa and for dessert ate steam pudding and jelly set in preserving jars in the water tank. We had no fridges then. The adults later drank beer and had a party; men only drinking. By nine oclock everyone was asleep. That was Xmas Past.
This Xmas I am blessed with five great grand mokos three of whom are above. This is all anyone can hope for this time of the year. Having grand children was a huge thrill. This is that all over again.
Na reira Meri Kirihimete me nga mihi mo te Tau Hou.
Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.
Atihana
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