CHRISTMAS-TIDE AT GOLDINGS
THE festive season at Goldings was ushered in on Sunday evening, 22nd December, when the choir sung appropriate carols, very well rendered, and the Governor read the immortal story of "Scrooge," which was listened to with wrapt attention by the School.
On Monday evening, 23rd December, we had a great disappointment, we were looking forward to a concert by some friends from London, but owing to wide-spread thick fog and ice-covered roads, they were unable to reach us; we look forward, however, to greeting them on some future occasion.
Tuesday, Christmas Eve, we bid God-speed to 92 of our fellows who set off on leave to visit relatives and friends and it was inspiring to see their happy faces and judging from the extra anointing they had given to their heads (in flavours various), by the time they reached their villages, the inhabitants thereof would lift up their faces and fancy that spring was in the (h)air and would smell them coming before they saw them. Our fervent wish for them was, that they all would have as jolly a time as we intended to have at Goldings.
Christmas morning broke to the strains of "Christians, awake!" kindly rendered by early rising members of our Band and it was much appreciated as they played jolly well.
What more fitting for commencing such a day, as to gather round our Lord's Table where quite a nice number of boys and members of the Staff met in remembrance and thanksgiving for God's great gift to all men.
At 10.30 a.m. the school met together to join in the Christmas Morning service in the Chapel. Well-known Christmas hymns were sung most heartily by all. The Governor in his sermon, referred to "God's unspeakable Gift" to us all, and counselled all to keep that before them during this time of happiness and the giving and receiving of gifts.
Then "Christmas Dinner! !" Did one ever see legs of pork, baked potatoes, brussels-sprouts, "stuffing," pudding and custard disappear as if by magic, and yet no conjurer was there. The excitement when Father Christmas arrived, bringing in a snow-covered case, which, when opened, contained a courier from Snow Town, who handed out boxes of Joke Bombs and a special "bottle of whisky" for the Governor. The noise of squeakers and hooters when the bombs were all exploded and shot their contents all over the dining-hall, who can describe it?
Later, a splendid tea. "Where do the boys put it?" someone said, and finally a great show of films during the evening, and then to bed. All summed up in a remark made by a sma.ll boy to the Governor, "This, Sir, has been the happiest day of my life."