I still have vivid memories of the magical Christmas we used to have in Brazil when we were kids. Having a big family with one sister and three brothers, our house was always active. Coming from a Catholic family, we followed the rules ‘strictly’, but with excitement and happiness.
Our Christmas was celebrated in the early hours of 25 December. During the previous day, we the children would be messing around the house while my parents would take care of the rest. We could see the gigantic Christmas tree with its decorations being put up, this immersed us even further into the magical world of Christmas. Somehow, I can’t quite remember, we would still be awake to go to the midnight service. After the service, we had our ceia (supper) with the traditional meal, a huge turkey (from a child’s point of view), rice, vegetables and fruit salad. We couldn’t hold back our excitement to see Papai Noel (Santa) arriving with his huge bag with all the presents. A pause and a short return to my present self – is this not torture for kids?!
With bellies quite full, we would run to the living room and stare at the windows to spot Santa arriving. As soon as we spotted him, loud screaming and lots of jumping filled the room. Santa entered the living room with a big smile and his, “ho ho ho!” Slowly he would walk towards the tree and lay out the presents around the tree for us. All presents had our names on them and were passed to us by Mum and Dad. After that, no comment, just more noises and excitement with our presents. We would go to bed around four in the morning. Later on, we had to be ready for another party at our grandparents’ house. Unforgettable memories!!!!
This magical world returned 16 years ago when my daughter was born, and we spent another Christmas in Brazil when she was a toddler. We brought enchantment to her with Santa paying a visit again. Even my Scottish hubby got excited!
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