Please welcome today’s guest, Victoria Blisse
I think a huge part of what I do at Christmas is directly related to what I experienced as a child. I spend a lot of time following old traditions and reliving the fun I had with my little sister in the run up to Christmas.
I make Christmas cake and Christmas pudding to remind me of when we all used to help my Nanna and Grandad make theirs. We decorate our tree with a riot of brightly coloured baubles and ornaments and tinsel and lights and it reminds me of the Christmas tree we decorated as kids. It was busy and eclectic but it was always beautiful. I am dedicated to never, ever going colour co-ordinated with my tree. It’s just not my style, or tradition, at all.
I buy my daughter new pyjamas for Christmas Eve just as my mum would buy them for my sister and me as if it’s essential to dress up for Father Christmas. We have our hot meal at lunchtime at mum’s then have cold meats and things for tea. Okay, the table doesn’t groan as much as Nanna’s did at teatime when we used to do Christmas there, but it’s still a tasty spread. We never had enough room on Nanna’s huge table for all the food she’d buy for us to eat in that one meal…and you can’t imagine the number of different sweets and chocolates you’d find on the hostess trolley in the front room!
You see, Christmas is all about reliving memories to some extent and for some people it is making new, good ones to replace older, sadder ones. I love Christmas and I love capturing the wide-eyed wonder and joy of my childhood. However Jodi in my story Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart (http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=656) are both looking to bury memories of Christmas past and create new, happier ones. Here’s an excerpt to illustrate:
“Christmas Eve passed slowly for Jodi. She had plenty to keep her occupied, but it seemed as if every minute was an hour long. She couldn’t wait to get to work. She couldn’t wait to finish work and to spend time with Mike. She passed out the last few remaining Christmas goodies to the elderly on her own street. She enjoyed the smiles and heartfelt thanks she received at each household. She even enjoyed the bitter, icy cold that had her bundled up in scarf, gloves and hat. It seemed right to have such weather on Christmas Eve. It made the day more festive.
Picking up last minute food and gifts in town was a pleasure. The Salvation Army band played carols, and the jolly notes reverberated around the square giving comfort and joy to the hassled shoppers hurrying through. Jodi did not hurry. She savoured the music, flipped a contribution to the bucket and shared a smile with the musicians.
She wished harried shoppers “Merry Christmas” as they bustled past her. Some would smile and wish her the same, but others tutted and rushed on. She’d been asked many times before why she was so happy at Christmas. She was alone, she’d had such a hard childhood, so what did Christmas hold for her?
She always replied with one word. “Hope.”
Yes, Christmas day was never anything much in her home. Her mum had celebrated on Christmas Eve and would sleep it off on Christmas Day. Jodi would clean up after her and would open the gifts she found in the stocking hanging by the chimney.
They had been small toys, and Jodi had assumed that some charity had dropped them off but she’d cherish each one. She would always receive a new book that she would spend the rest of the day reading and a mince pie that she would eat with her jam sandwich for lunch.
It wasn’t much, but the whole season was one of lights and shows and joy. Jodi would enjoy the run up in school, the decorations, the nativity play and the visit from Santa. The Christmas party was the highlight of her year, and she loved how everyone was happier and kinder in those last few days of the Christmas term. It gave her something to look forward to.
So it had continued through the years, Christmas was something to save for and look forward to. It was hope, and a person cannot find real happiness until they find real hope.”
So if you want a little hope and a little Christmas cheer, pick up a copy of Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart.
I hope you all have a wonderful festive season and a very Merry Christmas. I hope Father Christmas brings you all your heart desires!
To win a copy of Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart simply leave a comment telling me what your favourite Christmas memories are or your favourite festive tradition. Be sure to leave your email address in your comment to complete your entry. On Friday, December 10, I’ll draw a commenters name at random and send a copy of the eBook to you ASAP!
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy.
She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life. You can find her at http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk or on facebook http://www.facebook.com/victoriablisse and twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse and she’s always happy to find a new friend to chat to!