Today is a public holiday in South Africa, and the day that we’d traditionally put up our Christmas tree when we were kids. Yvonne and I would have spent the two weeks prior painting sheets of paper in reds and greens and golds to make paper chains, while listening to and reading our Christmas Story Tellers and eating our home made mince pies. All while singing loudly and off key. I loved and knew the words to every carol. Especially my moms old Heintjie vinyl. The wee Dutch singer’s Christmas record from the fifties or sixties. It may not sound it, but it was awesome.
|Two Thousand and Three? Possibly. When they used to live in Westdene.|