Originally Posted by BEVS

I love the stocking concept.

Mine was a sort of crepe paper and string affair .It was edged with red crepe paper but the rest was string netting. I think Mum may have bought them from Woolies . My first memory of them was at 4 years old.
You went to bed and in the morning you could move your feet under the bedding and hear the rustle at the bottom of the bed. Would be pitch dark of course but sooooo exciting.
We weren't allowed to just get up and jump around making noise. M'Dad would have worked very late on Christmas Eve & be working Christmas Day morning also most years. So we'd wait for Mum .
Mine would have things like a snow globe. A kaleidoscope. Join the dots book.

The Christmas tree wouldn't appear in it's dazzling, tinsel ,glory until Christmas Day . Christmas eve was for story telling and family board games.

Pure magic.

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Originally Posted by Vitalstatistix

That feeling of something heavy on my feet & then the rustle of paper, that takes me back. I used to wake up at about 3am. The younger of my two elder brothers would hear me switching my light on & bring his stocking into my room to open. Woebetide him if he woke my eldest brother up . Then we would open up our presents in our stockings, eat a few sweets, do a few puzzles & then wonder if we dared go downstairs.

Happy days.

Originally Posted by Vitalstatistix

That's me, I'm dead posh . I have a feeling that I'm older than you, so they must have been invented then.

Of course, it could be a case of "Me being, considerably richer than yow"

Originally Posted by Justcol

My 1st xmas on my own this year but tree is going up anyway
and the xmas spirit will definitely be flowing

Originally Posted by Stormer999

All right then did your mum go to Woolies and buy sheets of different coloured sticky paper so you kids could sit down and cut strips and lengths with scissors so you could daisy chain your decorations and hang them from the room corners and all meet at the lamp in the room centre.......
If not then you are too young or were too rich.....

Originally Posted by Stormer999

All right then did your mum go to Woolies and buy sheets of different coloured sticky paper so you kids could sit down and cut strips and lengths with scissors so you could daisy chain your decorations and hang them from the room corners and all meet at the lamp in the room centre.......

Originally Posted by BEVS

Yes


and also to try and make lanterns.

Originally Posted by Vitalstatistix

No! Mother would not have been seen dead in Woolies . We used to buy the books of specially made paper chain paper

I'm obviously much, much younger than you

Originally Posted by Stormer999

Ah yes forgotten about them.... It really made Xmas though didn't it?

That's the strange thing in our lives you can never go 'back' or 'home' as they were never points in a place they were a point in time when the place and time came together. Then again history was never a subject I took to.

Originally Posted by sheene

But people still try and recreate it, and wonder why it never seems the same.

Grandad was in charge of the remote, sat in 'his' chair, puffing away on a cigar, wearing a paper hat that was progressively turning a darker shade due to the Brylcream, wearing the new cardigan we got him - the ones with those leather buttons. Gran, sat there smiling inanely as the Sherry took hold. All of us completely stuffed, sat down in the lounge, waiting eagerly for the Morecambe and Wise Christmas special.

Originally Posted by sheene

For the sake of historical accuracy, the 'remote' was one of those early ones with one huge button, which cycled through the channels. As you pressed it, an almighty click came out, that had Bats 10 miles away looking at each other and saying 'WTF was that?".

Originally Posted by Stormer999

Ha ha.. and did it have a long black wire leading into the back of the TV...

Originally Posted by sheene

I know the ones you mean - but this was one of the first wireless remotes - I think it worked on an audio pulse - hence the loud 'click'. Do you remember those early push buttons on the TV's - you had to press them in about an inch, and there was a lovely mechanical 'kerthunk' sound. As a child, you felt so important!