I cannot think of Christmas without thinking about Ouma and Oupa Baard...my maternal grandparents. In the left photo Oupa is sitting on the far left next to Ouma who is holding one of my cousins on her lap. My mother was one of five children and this particular year my aunt and cousins from New Zealand were visiting.
Ouma had a way of keeping the family together. On Christmas eve each of us received an amount of money and we were taken to the Fair that was always set up next to Happy Valley on the beach front. Here we had endless rides and it was followed by a walk through the magical Happy Valley with all its pretty lights. Then we were off to my grandparents house where we gathered in the lounge. Father Christmas (Santa) had by then deposited the gifts below the tree. Each of us got a pillow case to put our gifts in. Oupa would hand out the gifts and delightful chaos followed. We were 18 cousins and you can just imagine the sheer joy of being together.
On Christmas day we would all return to Oupa and Ouma's house for the huge feast. Here is a photo of my mom (yellow dress) and my four sisters. As it is hot in South Africa at Christmas time our meal consisted of cold meats and salads followed by Ouma's wicked trifle.
Another photo in front of their house....my New Zealand cousin Gail Parker in front (with the long brown ponytail) and me with our matching red Christmas dresses.
Tonight we will have our own little tradition. All our children and grandchildren will be at our home for a braai (BBQ) and then Santa will visit around eight 'o clock to hand out the gifts...and now I am off to do the things that we all do at the last minute;-)
Wishing you and all your loved ones a blessed Christmas. May you make amazing memories again this year, and remember that Jesus is the reason for the season.