Ri demise a' Christmas... as it wis
by Angus Shoor Caan
Genre: Memoir
Swearwords: None.
Description: Whin Boxin' Day wis weel named…
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A'm gled aw rone Christmas cairy oan's ower an' by wi', fur it ay brings back ri sad memory a' whin Christmas ceased tae be. A'm talkin' ower fifty year ago here.
A wis ten an' ma brur wis nine, it wis Christmas tum, it wis boxin' day tae bey absalutely precise. Wey wis in ri back bedroom in Burns Avenue, which wisnae very big; ri room, no' ri street.
He wis sittin' wi' 'es back tae ri wardrobe an' a hud ma back tae ri door an' we wis playin' wi' ri jinte Christmas praisint, wan e' rey kickba' gemmes. It wisnae Subbuteo, it wis a raised table oan wee legs an' ye yaised magnets unnerneath tae move ri men.
A wis two wan up an' a hud a penalty. A mind 'hinkin' me an' him wis gettin' oan jeest fine, wey hudnae hud a row fur et least ten minits, birrit wis a crucial moment is regards ri gemme.
Ri Murr wis et ri botum e' ri stairs an' she shoutit up rit wur dinner wis oan ri table. Well, oor Danny wis up lik sumbdy hid fired a stertin' pistol aside 'es lug, an' did 'e no' pit 'es fit through ri bliddy table in e's bid tae bate mey doon ri stairs? End e' ri' match, end e' ri gemme, fur guid ......end a' Christmas fae rat meenit oan.
Whin it came tum fur tae let oan tae ri Faithur, A let ri brur dae ri talkin'; a let him explain ri ins an' oots e' it in 'es ain inimitable wye, an' a impressed apoan 'um rit 'e shouldnae say wan word aboot ri big keeker rit wis slowly bruisin' 'es left peeper lik ri sun bein' slowly blotted oot bey a passin' cloud.
A spent ri nine an' a' hauf days ur so tae a wint back tae ri skill playin' wi' therty oad magnets. It's amazin' jeest how much fun ye kin huv wi' therty oad magnets. Fur wanst, a wis gled tae git back tae ri skill so a wis. Nae word e' a lie.
Naw, Christmas is ri time a' year a rub ri knuckles oan ma right haun' an' allow masel' a sleekit wee smile, an' mind back tae whin Christmas wis by furrivur. A gote 'um a right stoater rat day so a did......a right stoater an' a hauf.
Swearwords: None.
Description: Whin Boxin' Day wis weel named…
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A'm gled aw rone Christmas cairy oan's ower an' by wi', fur it ay brings back ri sad memory a' whin Christmas ceased tae be. A'm talkin' ower fifty year ago here.
A wis ten an' ma brur wis nine, it wis Christmas tum, it wis boxin' day tae bey absalutely precise. Wey wis in ri back bedroom in Burns Avenue, which wisnae very big; ri room, no' ri street.
He wis sittin' wi' 'es back tae ri wardrobe an' a hud ma back tae ri door an' we wis playin' wi' ri jinte Christmas praisint, wan e' rey kickba' gemmes. It wisnae Subbuteo, it wis a raised table oan wee legs an' ye yaised magnets unnerneath tae move ri men.
A wis two wan up an' a hud a penalty. A mind 'hinkin' me an' him wis gettin' oan jeest fine, wey hudnae hud a row fur et least ten minits, birrit wis a crucial moment is regards ri gemme.
Ri Murr wis et ri botum e' ri stairs an' she shoutit up rit wur dinner wis oan ri table. Well, oor Danny wis up lik sumbdy hid fired a stertin' pistol aside 'es lug, an' did 'e no' pit 'es fit through ri bliddy table in e's bid tae bate mey doon ri stairs? End e' ri' match, end e' ri gemme, fur guid ......end a' Christmas fae rat meenit oan.
Whin it came tum fur tae let oan tae ri Faithur, A let ri brur dae ri talkin'; a let him explain ri ins an' oots e' it in 'es ain inimitable wye, an' a impressed apoan 'um rit 'e shouldnae say wan word aboot ri big keeker rit wis slowly bruisin' 'es left peeper lik ri sun bein' slowly blotted oot bey a passin' cloud.
A spent ri nine an' a' hauf days ur so tae a wint back tae ri skill playin' wi' therty oad magnets. It's amazin' jeest how much fun ye kin huv wi' therty oad magnets. Fur wanst, a wis gled tae git back tae ri skill so a wis. Nae word e' a lie.
Naw, Christmas is ri time a' year a rub ri knuckles oan ma right haun' an' allow masel' a sleekit wee smile, an' mind back tae whin Christmas wis by furrivur. A gote 'um a right stoater rat day so a did......a right stoater an' a hauf.
About the Author
Angus Shoor Caan is in an ex-seaman and rail worker. Born and bred in Saltcoats, he returned to Scotland after many years in England and found the time to begin writing. He has a number of publications to his name, including Coont Thum and Tattie Zkowen's Perfect Days, both of which have been published by McStorytellers.
You can read his full profile on McVoices.
You can read his full profile on McVoices.