Nearing Christmas…

December 19, 2018

Six days and the big day will be here. My shopping is done, presents yet to be wrapped, duck still in the freezer. All in good time, alllll in good time. Still have holly to hang and stockings to decorate thanks to one of my sons who came in with the Hobby Lobby bag exclaiming he had gotten into the mood for about three hours and then wasn’t. ūüôĄ. Knowing I like art he gifted me with the project. The boxed fudge is waiting patiently for its debut to Christmas festivities and the best thing is I am not hurried or worried. That my friends, is the secret to enjoying the Christmas holiday.

Christmas Memories…

December 23, 2012

Being poor in my childhood  was no excuse. We always had a tree. Sometimes real, sometimes a hand me down white flock with a color dial or shiny aluminum that took on a bit of color with the decorations.

My mother would stand in a chair hanging garland across our tiny low-ceiling living room. Once the giant X was secure, she carefully tossed silver icecicles making her way to all four corners. After school I would walk in the front door greeted by a shining hope, the decorations bidding me a gentle welcome home in the opened door breeze.

The coffee table’s glass top was covered with wrapping paper and a display of assorted Christmas characters took center stage. Ribbon candy with green and red stripes sat in the clear candy bowl waiting its turn to bring sweetness to the season.

When we were very young, my sibling and I would dance around the living room to a 45 record entitled The Reindeer Dance (if memory serves correct). It included a stance on the hassock and we would laugh ourselves silly.

Mama would try her hand at divinity and sometimes it worked, sometimes not. She said it had to be a clear day with low humidity to get a good batch. I waited for the fudge myself, as that was my favorite.

At night we would play Christmas music and I would stare into the¬†lighted tree¬†¬†and envision all the happenings in the songs that played right down to the last note where Rudolph is leading Santa’s sleigh, delivering toys all over the world.

Charlie Brown, How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and Frosty The Snowman were regular rituals as the little television held me tight with the stories that I knew by heart. In seventh grade I was introduced to Charles Dickens by¬†way of¬†“A Christmas Carol”. The final classic I continue to watch today is “It’s A Wonderful Life”.

Layer upon layer through the years Christmas has built memories. Those that show up each season just like family and old friends.

Most important, riches come from treasures of the mind and heart, not from a box or shopping bag.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas.