Christmas Memories

I’m sitting here waiting on part two of my share of the cooking to begin. In the free moments, I’m taking a stroll down memory lane and enjoying those recollections of Christmas past. A simpler time.

 When the store catalogue would arrive and my brothers and I would argue who got to look at it first and make a wish list a mile long knowing we would never get all of that. Or at least I did, I’ll be honest here. When the holiday specials began to pop up on television and we would be glued to the one television in the house. (oh the horror). We did learn a lot though from having one set, especially on how to take turns on what was being watched. We were also closer as we spent time as family in one room. Whether we were on the couch or sprawled out on the floor. 

I remember going as a family down the dirt road, seeking out that perfect for us cedar tree. It didn’t have to be super tall, or enormously full. It simply had to be big enough to hold the lights, ornaments and tinsel. Dad would cut it down and we would drag it back to the house. Suffering through the poke of the needles, anticipating how it would soon look. 

Christmas Eve dad would pile us up in the car to go off in search of any sight of Santa’s sleigh. We would ride about for nearly an hour, wondering if that blinking light or the other was Rudolph pulling the sleigh our way. Home again it was time for bed and attempts at sleep. Santa was coming, would be here soon, we must be asleep. Christmas morning was a madhouse of insanity as we happily opened the gifts under the tree.

 Then, it was time to prepare for the next joy. A huge meal spent with extended family. An event continued to this day. Times have changed, we have lost many family members across the years, but it is still such a blessing to be able to get together. While today’s will be taken with great care.

 Right now, in my living room, stands a tree my husband and I purchased years ago. We had no idea just how big this thing was, and how much room it would take when set up, but there are a lot of memories that cling to the branches of that tree. Even if it is artificial. Many of the ornaments hand made or painted by me or my son. Stored somewhere are photos of past Christmases with all of us. The over abundance of gifts for my son and the many purchased for each other. Some needs, some frivolous. all purchased in love. I have photos of those huge family gatherings at my grandfather’s home. But I have even better, I have memories. 

I have the memories of time spent with grandparents, cousins, extended aunts and uncles. I have the memories of time spent with my step-daughter and her family. I have those memories of time spent with my husband and my brother, both now gone along with so many others. There are those moments, when I miss them terribly. But those memories hold me over for now.

Soon, we will be gathering at mom and dad’s. Soon we will share a big meal. Soon we will laugh and talk and share time together. Soon, we will be making more of those memories to cherish. What are some of yours?

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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