A Child's Christmases in Wales

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Silent night

Holy night

All is calm

All is bright...

Silent night

Holy night

Christmas 1983 was much the same

as every other year round our way,

with the "oh-so-sweet" voices

of the Cadwaladr boys

and the imminent arrival

of my father's family.

You could never be sure

my uncles would be on time.

In fact, they rarely were.

Uncle Haw was usually detained having

had an argument with another driver.

And Uncle Gorwel...

Well, Uncle Gorwel didn't have a car.

Or a bike.

In fact, we were never

absolutely confident

he'd still have the use of both his legs.

They were due at our house by 3.30,

but my mother began getting

the place ready well before that,

and by "well before that"

I mean September.

Alphabetical order.

Cream...

Then lilac.

These days, they call this kind of thing

obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Who's been using the sink?

At that time,

it was known as housekeeping.

What's it going to look like

if they all turn up and the sink's wet?

Do you want people to think our family's

washing its hands all the time

cos we're always holding grubby things?

What are we, robbers?

Might as well be talking to myself here.

She is talking to herself.

One day, it'll be me

sitting around with my feet up.

I'm not sitting around,

I'm watching a film.

What are you watching?

Close Encounters Of The Third Kind.

What's it about?

Aliens come down,

cause a bit of bother, go home again.

- Any good?

- Er...

I didn't think much of it, to be honest.

Unrealistic.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah...

Not the most exciting verse, this one.

Wasn't too bad when

there was just the two brothers.

Didn't I tell you we'd all regret the day

when Shirley Cadwaladr had quads?

Mum had been through eleven Hoovers

in the past five years.

When she went into Rumbelows,

she just asked for "the usual".

Your brothers are late.

They'll be here. Probably the traffic.

Gets busy Christmas Eve.

...Hallelujah!

Carol singers! Settle up!

We've got a lot to get round.

If your uncles were the Three Wise Men,

the baby Jesus would still be

waiting for them now!

Ah!

Merry Christmas, Hywel. Boys.

- How are your parents?

- Merry Christmas. That's 5.20, please.

5? You're joking!

You heard Hark The Herald Angels,

that's 3.80, and Silent Night is 1.40.

I thought the spirit of Christmas

was you give whatever you can.

Yes, we obviously agree with that,

but we do have to balance it

with turning a profit.

Er...

That's 5.20, please.

Merry Christmas.

Same to you.

We'll be back Christmas Eve next year,

around quarter past three?

Right, boys, let's go, let's go, let's go.

I blame the Tories.

Dad was always annoyed

at having to pay for things.

At church, he only put money

in the collection plate

if the vicar did a good joke

in the sermon.

- 5 that cost me.

- Oh!

Unbelievable.

Still, I suppose it's Christmas, eh?

Come here, Brenda.

Oh, Geraint, stop your nonsense,

haven't time for that.

Your brother will be here in a minute.

Put the kettle on.

Oh!

Uncle Haw was dad 's older brother.

Merry Christmas, Geraint!

He ran one of the biggest carpet firms

in Wales

and was now involved in one of

the country's most bitter divorces.

Bren! Ha-ha!

One of his favourite phrases was,

"All's fair in love and war."

Another was, "I hate my wife."

Merry Christmas one and all.

Apart from one.

One exception, in a blouse

and high heels, eh, boy?

Hey, Maurice has been looking forward

to seeing Owen all week.

Maurice had hardly ever spoken

in the six Christmases I could recall.

- He didn't have to...

- Maurice...

...Uncle Huw talked plenty.

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