Well to pour piss on everyone's happy memories, but my most memorable Christmas...
I was about 5 or 6, I'd done the sticking on the end of my bed. I was at my dad's home that year (most years I was in the children's home).
My mother said she didn't want to see me ever again. So she n my brother lived in Wales earlier in the year.
(((Unbeknownst to me, my social worker, had begged my dad to have me that year, as I might have found it harder not having g my mum n brother that year))))
So having woken up around 5, freezing cold, I rushed to the end of my bed for my stocking... Some satsumas, nuts, toffees, a cap gun and a few other bits.
I scoffed loads and then around 6am, I went into my dad's room and (probably) shouted.... ITS CHRISTMAS DAY.
my dad turned over, gave me a slap across the head, and told me to get back to fucking bed, it's too early.
THAT, is my strongest christmas memory.
Ain't great, but that's what happened. Ya can't beat 70s parenting.... But they can beat you! Hahahaha