Only a week to go til Christmas morn and the weather here is about what you would expect for the time of the year. The stockings are hung, the trees, yes plural, are decorated and the house sprouts Christmas trinkets and artifacts galore. It is a lot of work and there of course is always the battle of trying to stay within some budget; even unlimited budgets can be busted I have learned over the years. I, for one, do relish the nostalgia, the cloying sentimentality and the sights and sounds of the Season. It is impossible at the end of a year to not have some reflection on not only the past year but some of the years from much farther back. When you close your eyes you might remember the smells from the kitchen as your mom or wife prepared home-made double chocolate fudge with extra walnuts or pecans or recall the thrill of that special present under the tree when you were under 4 feet tall. Rather than resist some of those memories I suggest your throw open the memory gate and let them flow in and surround you. Satisfaction with life after all is but the memories we make and have.
We had trees when I was young but they varied from year to year. The first I can actually recollect was a flocked tree with that white goo all over it. My mom just loved those trees but the rest of us much preferred the real trees unadorned with the plastic. They started doing those flocked trees way back because I go way back and w0uld know. They were hard to decorate because all that goop constantly fell off when you added the lights and decorations. For a few years when I was under 10 we did get regular green trees. Once Dad brought home a cedar tree. I really didn’t like that one. Didn’t like the smell and it reminded me of hot summer days playing around them. There are lots of them naturally in our area. Maybe we were a little tight that year with money and Dad was able to just cut one down. Kids never think about money they just assume you can get them what they want. Then for several years Mom ruled the roost again and we had those blasted flocked trees.
She did give in one year with a Frazier fir and she wanted to do the old-fashioned tree. I was probably in my early teens about then. She insisted that we do the popcorn garlands around the tree. If you haven’t done than then I suggest you give it some real thought. It ain’t as easy as the movies make it look like. First of all you have to thread the needle and the thread needs to be really long which is a nuisance. Then you best have a thimble for your finger. Pushing that needle through the popcorn is tricky and the kernel can be tough and the back end of the needle will poke your finger quite hard and it doesn’t feel to good. Lastly, class, I am here to tell you that those darn kernels break or crumble when you run the needle through about half the time so cook up at least twice as much as you think you will need. Each string of the popcorn garland will be at best three feet or so, trust me on that so it takes a lot of them to cover your tree. But heck it you have nothing to do on a Saturday before Christmas go for it. Oh, the kids might say they want to help but they won’t last more than about 10 minutes so you are on your own.
My mom was really big on Christmas and I enjoyed that. She made lots of adornments and even made her own stockings for us. My wife and I still hang a stocking my mom made when we were so young with both our names on it. Merely looking at it brings those memories of my own children when they were babies or ankle biters and we had lots fo them.
When I had my own family and we were establishing our own traditions and habits for the Christmas season I always looked forward to the Sunday before Christmas at church. Our choir was really good and they would have a special Christmas program will all the music of the season with an orchestra accompaniment. We went to that program many years in a row and then would go have a great lunch at the club back when I was rich and famous. During those years the wife and me would work so hard on Christmas Eve getting everything organized and typically would be up till 2 to 5 in the morning with aiding Santa’s miracle. Morning came early and for about 10-12 years we would leave on Christmas day for our ski trip. So the morning was a flurry of activity tearing into gifts and shouts of joy and smiles and laughs and photos for the memory box. That was ensued by the frantic effort to get everything loaded on the Suburban for the 13 hour drive to Raton N. M. on our way the next day to Colo and the slopes. Absolutely exhausting. The energy was totally drained and then of course a week of skiing ahead and getting all that gear organized. The drive always produced screams, threats and fights between every combination you can imagination between six brothers and sisters with a 9 year spread among them. As painful and draining as those Christmas weeks were and they really were, I can assure you I wish I could start all over again, doing it all over again. To paraphrase someone famous–they might have seemed to worst of time but they indeed were the best of times.
As much as you may enjoy recalling your own Christmas memories it is even more important to bear in mind that life is always about tomorrow. Enjoy those memories and miss them, that is ok. But never forget that you have the chance this year and every year to make new memories that are as good or better. You book isn’t finished yet and you ARE the writer of your tale. Yes, with God as a guide you will be the master of your destiny. Go out there and build those incredible memories.
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