No way my Mum had that well looks the same. In about 1958, she was born in 52.

i had Race and Chase...and TCR

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Christmas 1990 was the first year I remember so well. I loved the little mermaid film and I got the video of it off santa and then my aunt and uncle got me the Ariel and Eric wedding barbie dolls. Getting those presents was just amazing.

In the fifties, I used to hang Mums shopping basket on my bedroom door handle, and go to bed early.
In the morning. I couldn't wait to open the presents bursting out the bag
There was always a game, a toy, an annual ( Girl) usually, item of clothing,chocs, selection box, nuts and an orange
I was so excited and felt so lucky. Imagine kids of today getting the same?
I remember my brother sat on his chocs, and Mum was angry, as she thought he'd messed the bed!
I usually ate the selection box in the morning and got told off, as I couldn't manage my dinner
In the afternoon, out came the Turkish delight, new berry fruits , milk tray, which had been stored in the sideboard for weeks.
I Remember proper candles in holders on the tree, which was a real one, holly from a tree in the village.
Mum got tiddly on rum and sherry, cakes and puddings were always homemade
I look back in fondness at those times.
Now some kids have so many presents, they are still opening them on Boxing Day, but I bet I had a more magical time.

On Twitter every year people post pics of where they have to sleep when they've gone home (or wherever they are going for Christmas), some of them can be really funny.

Ha! It was passed on to my sister who was created by Frankenstein in July 1952.

Hahaha!

For me, one year sticks out. I don't know whether it was my age but on this Christmas the present quality stepped up a notch.

Me and my brother crept into the living room at some unearthly hour to be confronted with two huge sacks of presents and some on the floor that wouldn't fit. Santa had put the fire on and it was just so Christmassy.

As usual we would leave the present from Uncle George until last. He was a real accentric and against our wishes was always told off by my parents for spending so much.

The only other Christmas memory that I have is contributing to painting the three wise men riding camels on the windows of the school hall.

Getting a train set. Is there anything better than getting a train set?

Not getting a train set?

Getting rogered by an omnibus?

When I was in infants school, my mum or dad - whichever one of them was picking me up that day - always had time for a chat with the old caretaker. Which is how we ended up being given the school's Christmas tree at the end of term one year - the only time we've ever had a real tree. I can remember it being absolutely massive, but mostly remember the sheer volume of pine needles that it shed every day. They were everywhere, and I'm fairly sure that it's what convinced my mum to become a lifetime fan of the artificial version!

I also remember around that time being given some tiny two-dimensional plastic clothes, tiny plastic clothes pegs and a tiny plastic clothes line, and having the lot strung up between two of my dad's big empty beer bottles.

Other Christmas memories a bit later on from when I was about nine - by which time we had a TV - involve dodgy ads for K-Tel compilation albums, the Cointreau couple and utter disbelief that anyone would be thrilled to wake and find a Victor Kyam Nasal Hair Trimmer beneath the tree (even though he was 'so impressed he bought the company!'). I also remember the Blue Peter Advent Crown (cobbled together from coat hangers and tinsel), my dad looking at the TV listings every year and sighing 'Bleedin' Dambusters... again!' and the telly packing up on Christmas Day for a few years running so that we were unable to watch bleepin' anything

Standing on the balcony of our flat in the early '70's one Christmas eve staring wide eyed into the sky as Santa flew over. As the flashing lights disappeared into the distance, I knew he was off to deliver presents and would be back my way to deliver mine. That year, I got a wooden sledge. Used it for years until it finally succumbed to wood worm and had to be thrown away.

Even now, I am convinced the flashing lights WAS Santa's sleigh and NOT an aeroplane

helping to wrap personalised colouring pencils for each of my best aunt`s 14 children.

i was older than 5 and younger than 7.

Tonka toys were crazy. They were built like tanks. I think I was the same and connot remember much below 5, 6 or 7.

So you were a tomboy? I remember a girl I used to play football with when I was 7 - 9 on summer holidays at some caravan park. She was really good. Funny how the other boys hated it.

Sadly never saw her again years later. :/ We had such fun times for sports.

I don't know what age I was but I remember the year I got a Sindy house with all the furniture. The house looked so big! I'm not sure how my parents managed to buy me that because we didn't have much money when I was young. It took ages to set all the furniture up in it. That house was amazing!

I also remember another year I woke up on Christmas Eve and my dad was stood in my bedroom doorway. I looked at him confused and he whispered to me to "Go back to sleep, Santa's running late so I'm helping him." That was the first time I had any suspicions that maybe Santa wasn't real after all.

Pedantic but it was
Tonka, real tough toys for real tough boys tonka

I remember my sister having one of them in the mid-late 60s

Being from a very large family, we would all go to my auntie's for Christmas lunch, and there were so many of us the dinner table wasn't big enough, so we'd all have to take chairs with us. The men would all go to the pub for a drink before lunch, then we'd all eat together and always play board games and karaoke in the evening, before all relaxing in front of the telly.

Oh yes! Evening Star. Don't forget Scaletrix. John Player Special. Cannot remember what year this was. Might have been 84 or 85. Maybe even 86. Cannot remember to be honest.

A very early Christmas memory was getting a plastic record player which came with it's own little records. Playing the record for my budgie, taking the cover off of her cage to find she had died..

Later memories was the shear excitement of feeling the weight of a pillow case full of small presents at the end of my bed, and to know "he had been". There would be a or a couple of larger presents under the tree.

We always had new outfits to wear on the day, and would get ready after all the present opening.

All the family would come round for dinner which would be about 12/14 adults and children, All the trimmings cooked by all the females, and real sixpences in the pudding (made by my grandmother) And my Grandad had built his version of "Double your money or take your pick" a popular gameshow off the day. There were children questions and wrapped gifts in a sack, and adult questions with cards behind numbered doors and wrapped gifts that corresponded with the number. It would take my Grandad months to collect all the gifts and compile all the questions.

Turn on my lights, I can race all night: but you can't be-ee-eat Sca-lex-tric!

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My little brother waking up on Christmas morning in Lanzarote, doing a front flip and landing on the back of his neck, knocked him out for a matter of seconds and during that time it was complete and utter ****ing panic, we thought he died because you could hear a crack.

Then we went and got bladdered to ease his pain.

1968. I was about three and a half. I remember the TV being on early on Christmas day, and my Dad watching something about the moon and space, and it being some sort of important thing. I know now that it was the Apollo 8 mission.