Christmas in Epping Farm was simple, and lovely. It was cleaning the house, leaving not a cobweb in sight. It was cleaning the glass lampshades and windows, with old newspaper, sweeping the yard, hanging new curtains, and getting all the fancy plates and utensils clean. Christmas cards arriving from England and America, were read, then strung across the center of the living room.
While grandpa trimmed the large trees around the yard, grandma prepared all the foods for the “big” dinner. A visit to the post office was rewarded with a brown wrapped parcel arriving from England. That was sure to make the season brighter. A few fefe, horns, starlights, and chi-booms, what else could a child want?
Wearing new clothes, going to church, eating your favorite foods, visiting with family and friends, sharing stories of times past, that was an Epping Farm Christmas.
Like sunshine moving slowly over the vast Blue Mountains, a community says…
🎄Merry Christmas! 🌲