Memories of Christmas, 2

It was half past six on Christmas morning. I was surprised to find that I was the only one awake. As I stepped on to the ladder to go down from my room to the landing, the large steel springs supporting the ladder made a noisy creaking sound. I had planned to sneak down and play with my presents but the racket caused by the springs, woke my Mam.

She slowly opened the door of her bedroom. “Go back”, she said. “How can I? It’s Christmas!” I replied. “You’re not going to set one foot downstairs until your sisters are awake!” I was annoyed but I wasn’t going to argue with anybody on Christmas Day. “Okay”, I said, “I’m going to the toilet”. I waited in the toilet until I heard her return to her room and then very quietly I went in to wake up my brother and sisters…

Memories of Christmas, 1

We were all in our beds when my Dad heard the front door open and the house alarm being deactivated. He headed downstairs and found that the lights were on in the TV room. He stuck his head in and saw a man in a Santa costume. He thought it was a robber and grabbed the fire poker. As he shouted ‘Hey’ Santa turned around and jumped in fright. Dad thought he was going to attack him and lashed out with the poker. Santa fell to the floor clinging to his shattered kneecap.

When Dad took off the hat and beard he found that it was my uncle. His plan had been to create the spirit of Christmas.

We spent Christmas Day with Santa  in Tallaght hospital…

Memories of Christmas, 2009

Over the past number of days students have written about their memories of Christmas past. Watch out for some of their stories over the coming days.