When I was younger, so much younger than today, I worked through November marking final year exams. It required me to work four till nine each night and nine to five on Saturday.
The evenings were often hard work because after a long day’s work you were never really motivated to mark examination papers. But the goal was worth it.
In those days my kids were little and the work I did ensured we could have a good Christmas. So it was with relief that the marking ended and the wait for the Christmas cheque to arrive.
The cheque always arrived close to Christmas Eve or on Christmas Eve. It meant a rush trip to the bank, to present the cheque and argue that I needed the money there and then as it was my kids Christmas present as we’d always have many lay-bys awaiting the money to retrieve them in time.
Thankfully the tellers were understanding enough even though the cheques were written on forms that betrayed the banks previous name and caused some curiosity among the bank staff.
So with money in hand it was a dash to the store to get out the lay-bys. Then the process of getting the kids to bed and for us to place all the requested items in the correct Christmas stocking.
It meant of course that whilst my kids were little there wasn’t a lot of sleep on Christmas Day as they were told not to get out of bed until there was daylight which in Australia at Christmas is about 5.30 am.
But present wise, we always had a good time.