Christmas stories

Christmas in Jerusalem   I was the only Roman Catholic amongst our overlapping circles of friends, so I was always expected to host the Christmas day festivities. Christians are a small [...]

 The Doll with the Purple Hair   It’s 1964.  Christmas Day, and the three if us are queueing outside the front room. Am sick with the excitement and Daddy is teasing us with the big [...]

Santa and his sleigh When I was a little girl, the weeks leading up to Christmas were magical. The FDH Stores, the biggest shop in our one-street town always had a wonderful display of toys in [...]

  Mam’s Christmas Cake   My Mam trained as a Domestic Science Teacher, but shelved her teaching career when she married my Dad, a farmer.  However, she didn’t hang up her apron on [...]

The doll’s house   I am five—Santa has been. I am so excited. I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t know I wanted it. Now I want It. It’s a beautiful big doll’s house. It has an [...]

Christmas morning 1965, my father put his head around my bedroom door at 6.15 and said “John, we need to get ready for Mass.” I jumped out of bed, washed my face and hands, got dressed, putting [...]

West Cork Christmas of the 60’s   Was Christmas better in the old days. Was there more mystery and magic to it? Was everything more innocent and more memorable? All this runs like a river [...]

Deck the Floors   Even now I love a DIY project. A large part of my retirement has been taken up with projects of various sorts. I get into a zone when I engage in a plumbing, electrical, [...]

“It’s the Little Things That Knock Us Sideways”   So there I was, rummaging “The Drawer that Stores Everything”; you know the one, bet you’ve got one too; when a folded single page of a [...]

The Church was a mile away from us on a dark country road.  I remember going to Midnight Mass with Daddy, Mammy and the rest of the family.  We had torches. The Church had no heating and was very [...]