I love Christmas.
Here are a few good memoirs:
Black Jesus
In primary school I was given the role of the Virgin Mary in the nativity play. That role suited me very well I must say. (Well at least at 5 years old I pulled it off well 
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I looked quite oriental as a child.. and Joseph was played by a white boy.. but we had a black baby Jesus. I guess the school was trying to be open minded or something, which was thoughtful considering we only had about 3 kids in our school of non-white descent.
Just not sure how convincing it all came off when I had to tell Jacob that Jesus was not his son, and actually the son of God…
An Atlas! Thank-you so much!
When I was a little girl, I didnt have any money to go shopping with- but I was determined to get involved with the presents thing! So I used to go around the house seeing what I could find and wrap it up to give to my family as presents.
Nonetheless around the Christmas tree when it came to my presents it was always ”My dusty Atlas from 1982… thank-you so much!”..and ” I wondered where my calculator was- thanks!”.
The luckier family members would get hats made out of magazine paper and sellotape.
Yorkshire puddings
My mum moved to England when she was 21 years old to marry my dad. Coming from a small village in the province of Leyte in the Philippines, of course she wasn’t fully accustomed to British traditions at that time. On one of her first Christmas’s she cooked Yorkshire puddings… and put ice-cream in the middle.
Yummy!
(Nowadays, she puts gravy on them. But we still have a choice of roast potatoes, rice or a bit of both. Turkey, gravy& rice is actually a great combination. )
Its snowing!
One of our favourite family stories.
Not sure if this was actually Christmas time.. but I have to include the snow stories!
One year (maybe around Christmas) it snowed.
My mum had never seen snow in her life, and she didn’t know what it was!
She was amazed!
She ran outside, and started collected snow and putting it in a bucket.
When she had filled it up to the top with snow, she asked my dad to send it to her mum in the Philippines as a gift.
Sweet!!
Arabs make it snow
We all know that if an arab wants snow he will make it.
Ski Dubai- anything is possible
Last Christmas my Lebanese boyfriend came to England to stay with my family. He told my brother he wanted to see real snow, but we told him that sadly it doesn’t normally snow at Christmas time, usually around late Jan/Feb.
But he wouldn’t take that for an answer, and continued to get really excited about seeing snow. We felt bad for the disappointment that would await him..
But, low and behold the day we arrived there was so much snow all the trains and buses were out of service.
We had a white Christmas!
His words were “I told you- I’m arab! If I say it will snow, it will snow. Yalla- Bring it!”
