Christmas was and still is a magical time for me. In a house full of laughter my loving parents did not have an easy life but they did well…. In my minds eye I can still feel the love that they had for each other. Then one day we get terrible news my brother was in a car accident it was a nightmare, he was only 15 years old a big cloud descends on our house my poor Dad was in despair the music and laughter stopped. But my brother was very lucky after being operated on and a long recovery he was once again back at home and again the house vibrated with the sound of music my Dad was back to his normal self and our family was happy again.
It’s always at Christmas that I get this memories. Like when my older sisters immigrated to England I must’ve been about 12 years old, my Dad felt so sad that we could not spend Christmas like we used to having the family round the dinner table. He had this ideia of sending to his girls a token of our Christmas lunch. So he takes the lunch to the canning factory and gets them to can it! His happy now his daughters will be able to share our Christmas lunch.