Christmas Memories
Tuesday, December 26th, 2006This year I decided to make a special Christmas tribute post to some of my favorite Christmas memories over the years. So sit back with some hot cocoa and a blanket as I head down Memory Lane.
I didn’t believe in Santa Claus very long, and I was really young when my mom told me the truth. I wasn’t old enough to be truly traumatized, but apparently dad was the most upset that mom had spilled the beans. I remember doing the whole milk and cookies thing, complete with carrot for Rudolph. Anyways, one year I thought I was going to be smart and wait up for Santa, so I crawled underneath one of our end tables in the living room with a blanket and pillow with the intention of waiting for Santa. Mom would have none of that, so I didn’t get to stay there and was shooed to bed.
We used to have most of my mom’s family over for Christmas dinner after church back in the day when everyone wasn’t so messed up and anti-social. One year I got a desk and a bookshelf and we had set up some of the gifts on it just so they would be out of the way, including a porcelain girl that my aunt had painted for me. Anyways, one of my bratty little cousins got behind the bookshelf and managed to push it so everything fell off… and guess what broke? I ended up tossing it after a few years because it wasn’t any good for anything. We got the whole thing on tape too, because that was the year mom got a camcorder from dad, and he had it on the tripod recording everything.
I can remember some good gifts that I got over the years from my parents. There was the Super Nintendo, the huge Lego playsets, and CD players. I usually got most of what I’d asked for. Probably the best game ever was the Super Nintendo though, it was worthy of an excited shriek when I ripped off the wrapping paper.
One year we had a really nasty snowstorm that started Christmas Eve, during the day. Mom didn’t finish delivering the mail that day and I spent the day alternating between playing Zelda and watching Christmas movies on TV. It was one of the few times we woke up to see snow everywhere on Christmas morning. I can remember many more ‘green’ Christmases than white ones, but it’s usually white by the end of the day.
Christmas memories come more to me in tiny snapshots: Dad singing Silver Bells way too early in the morning, eating lobsters on Christmas Eve, going to the church service Sunday morning while Dad cooks the veggies for dinner, waking up at 2am when I was little and running into the living room, and quiet nights sitting beside the lit Christmas tree.
My new life in Texas and my entirely new lifestyle and Christmas traditions prompted this little memory trip. As great as it is to be here with my husband whom I love, it’s important to remember the past good times and to cherish them always.
Merry Christmas everyone - and Happy New Year!
