I remember childhood Christmases back in the 50s & 60s, many after an arduous train ride from Birmingham to Lincoln,initially by steam power then diesel. My brother & I ate bags of ' Niblets ' & cartons of Kiora. Christmas was a wonderful chaotic whirl at Gran's House then armed with our presents in sacks made from old green brocade curtains we walked from house to house showing them to aunts, uncles & cousins before tea with grandma, an enormous table groaning with home cooked meats, pork pie, tinned salmon ,bowls of salad & vases of celery, followed by her home made Christmas cake & cups of stro g sweet tea. Later Christmases were spent at home , parties with neighbours, church & Sunday school where paste sandwiches & stiff jelly were served. Very removed from today's quiet affairs, presents. a simple meal of nut roast & fresh vegetables & a walk along the beach as the sea ripples & the sun sets.