Ghosts of #Christmas Past

I was talking to someone on Twitter today about family Christmases, and realised how long it is since I've had one!  When my parents were alive I used to love going to their house for the day, with my sister and brother (and whoever we were currently married to/living with).  As Mum and Dad got older and moved to a smaller house, and my brother and I often had other commitments, they would just spend it with Julia, but for your entertainment I've dug out a few old photos from happy family Christmas Days of 25-30 years ago.

1989

We always had a liking for playing silly games with fun photos - I remember that year we decided to do a photographic depiction of the seven deadly sins.  This is Eddie (my brother) demonstrating 'wrath' on Julia... 

...whereas Mum insisted that 'pride' could mean pride in one's country.  I have no idea how she managed to randomly produce those flags!

1993 or 4

When you get a new cosy for the toaster, it's got to go on your head.  Even better when you get two.

1995

Continuing the things-on-head theme:  while we were waiting for lunch to arrive, Eddie insisted that we make party hats, and the nearest paper available was the Sunday Telegraph.

I am sure you would agree that they're inspired!  I particularly like the old style Spanish policeman and the French Foreign Legion (which I made, I am proud to say!).  The man with the longish blonde hair is my then-boyfriend Marcus; next to him is Eddie's then-wife Debbie, and the little boy is their son Christopher, who is sadly no longer with us.  

How lovely it would be to be able to have a family Christmas like this again ~ wherever you are, I hope you enjoy yours!