I am very fond of daggy* things around Christmas. This was one of our Christmas trees when I was a kid. It explains why daggy and Christmas go together for me!
I am sure that more stylish decorations were available even back then, in the Dark Ages. But every decoration we had made was lovingly kept by my Mum and reused each year. Even the fairy looks rather dishevelled! (That is the fairy not-quite-on-top-of -the-tree, not my little brother standing next to it!)
*Daggy: adj. not stylish, out of fashion, not trendy, not cool, untidy, unclean, not neat.
v. to have no style.
I remember that we put a Nativity play for Mum and Dad.
Yep, the dagginess continued.
That’s me with the dimples. I got to have the Starring Role of Mary. (You might be able to tell that Jesus was a Maori doll my Dad brought back from New Zealand!) My older brother, complete with a cape made from a towel, was Joseph, while my big sister was the inn keeper. That’s why she is holding the lantern. Goodness knows who my little brother was meant to be. Did we make him be the donkey?!
However daggy, Christmas was always a time of love and family for me, with a lot of excitement! The excitement over Santa’s visit may have dimmed a little, but the love of my family has not. In fact with more people in the family, there is more love and more fun!
So, I would like to wish you all a very daggy Christmas, one that is full of love, family and good fun! And if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I wish you the same.