When I was a little girl, Christmas was always a time of great anticipation. We could hardly wait to bring home and decorate our real Christmas tree and pack it full of ornaments and tinsel. Then the presents under the tree...oh, the great presents! We would spend hours of stolen moments looking for the packages that had our names on them and wonder what was inside.
Finally, the day arrived. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and Grandma would descend upon us, everyone carrying more gifts and goodies. They always made us eat something good before we delved into the goodies, but I guess that was ok. Fastest sandwich we ever ate was eaten on Christmas Eve! We would all gather in our tiny living room, finding our spot to sit. Someone would be appointed as "Santa" (sometimes "Santa" would even come to our door and deliver a special gift) and the unwrapping would begin. Christmas was magic.
After Mom passed away, Christmas sort of did, too. This year my children all celebrated with their own families and Joel and I went to my son's house for dinner on Christmas day, otherwise, we passed gifts amongst ourselves. I guess it isn't about the gifts or how many people come to your house. I spent Christmas with my wonderful husband and I wouldn't want to be anyplace else. I do miss seeing the grandchildren open their presents, but hopefully there will be pictures to enjoy.
It's bittersweet. I wish Christmas could stay the same magical day it was when I was a child, but times change and new memories are formed. My prayer is that my grandchildren remember their holidays with as much fondness as I remember mine.
Hope yours was filled with many blessings and love!
A place to unload the worries of the day and celebrate the knowledge I am not alone in this crazy world!
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