Christmas Eve Parties were the highlight of our year! Year round we would all, but mostly Dad, collect any scrape metal which Dad would cash in [yes, also began recycling at a very young age]. This money accumulated to pay for a huge kids party with all the goodies we couldn’t afford during the year.
We’d invite all the neighbourhood kids, cousins, friends and enemies. Yes enemies, we had so much to share it was time to make amends, forgive and get on with life!
We feasted on ice cream, soft drinks, sweet/lollies and watermelon. We ran around chasing each other, rode our bikes at great speed down the steep driveway and rolled down the front lawn. All hyper on the sugar intake we had not developed any resistance to.
It became known as the watermelon party as we’d stockpile and slice them up and dribble as we slurped. The noisy good clean fun held us in good stead … we played many a harmless joke on friends ever after.
The main one was taking them the long way around to the lighthouse … a few kilometres down the beach, around a rocky headland and then climbed a vertical slope. They’d arrive breathless but agreed that it was worth it for the amazing coastal views. Then we’d take them directly home on the well-worn path. To say they were unimpressed would be putting it mildly. Although tired they were healthier for the fresh air and exercise … so walk with me at your own peril!