TIME for another Pink Saturday

I don't remember if I had a cute alarm clock such as this one...............

................but I do remember waking early before any buzzing or bells disturbed my Christmas Eve slumber.

I recall clearly the weight of the white stocking at the foot of the bed. Very early on Christmas morning, while the house was still quiet, I would wiggle my toes until I felt it there........much too large to hang, it was draped across the bed, the weight exciting, the anticipation building. My stocking was a knitted fireman's sock, long, thick, and woolly, given to me by an uncle who had fought fires following WWII bombing raids along the Devon coast. I used that sock for many years, Father Christmas was generous in the simple way that Christmas was in those days.

Money was tight at that time, there were only a few presents tucked in the big stocking, but that was just fine. There were no TV commercials, catalogues and gigantic toy stores displaying so many mass-produced and unnecessary gimmicks and toys. A doll with clothes sewn by Mum, perhaps a tin of watercolor paints, always a book to read.......and one year, when I was very young a big, brown cuddly bear, named Teddy of course. At the toe of the stocking were some unshelled nuts and always the special traditional Christmas orange........a fruit we rarely found in British shops during the year.

Oh what lovely Christmas times we had. Simple, quiet, not really starting until a couple of days before the 25th. No month long rushing about, stressing out and emptying the back account.

Happy Pink Saturday...............thanks to our hostess Beverly at How Sweet the Sound for making us think back and relive those lovely memories. I know I'm going to enjoy reading other bloggers stories today.