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.