As I said last week, Mum and Dad weren't particularly flush with cash when I was growing up and the decorations/presents were a bit on the sparse side ... which is probably why she saved the very first Christmas card that anyone sent me.
It's a fold out one of "The Night Before Christmas"with typical '50s graphics.
I was all of three days old when it arrived and the card was 'signed' by Allan-John, Mum's Godson, who is 18 months older than I, so I think it's safe to say that it came from his mum, my gorgeous Godmother Gwen [ currently living in Queensland and a fairly feisty 86 ]
Every year it was sticky-taped up and the poem read on Christmas Eve.
When I married, it came with me, the traditional sticky tape was eventually replaced by Blu-tac, and when it eventually became too fragile, and started to tear, I had it laminated.
The reading of "the Night Before Christmas" continued until Nadie was about five or six, and somehow after that, we got out of the habit, although the sitting on the couch and warbling along to Carols By Candlelight [ complete with the eponymous candles ] was still going strong until a few years ago.