These are random musings of my life journey, the people, animals, places, and events which have woven, and continue to weave, a tapestry that is me. We all know there is no real destination, only the ongoing experiences which blend together, creating the trail. Each step gives a glimpse of what is to come, without allowing me to see the end result. It is exciting. I have a home base that is mine, that gives me a place to rest. This is it. This is where my heart is, no matter where I journey...................

Friday, December 21, 2007

Yet More Christmas Memories

I've been thinking about family traditions around the holidays. I'm alone this year, so it is really deeply moving to me. It isn't "moving" in a bad way. It is simply stirring up nostalgia like crazy!

When I was a kid, we never got to see the tree on Christmas morning until after... after!! ... breakfast! I used to think that was so mean! Oh, and breakfast wasn't a fast bowl of cereal, either, but a full-fledged farm breakfast of bacon or sausage and eggs, toast or biscuits, or sometimes pancakes or waffles. This meant at least an hour of squirming and sighing, anticipation building and excitement brimming to the max!

Did my parents do this to be mean? No, I don't think so, but at the time I surely did! I think they knew that we wouldn't eat well the rest of the day, at least not until the big dinner later in the day, and they wanted us to be sure to have some decent nourishment before we began consuming candy hand over fist. And despite my eager anxiety, I think they did enjoy the anticipation we were building during those breakfasts around the huge table that was the center of our family meals.

As long as I lived in my parents home Santa Claus came to leave me a gift. In fact, even after I was married, he left gifts for me on the Christmas' spent at their home. Many years I helped my sister and her husband put together "Santa gifts" for their children (they lived across the street from us), sometimes staying up till ridiculous hours when a wagon or a tricycle stumped us or a part was missing, then went to bed. Upon rising in the morning, there was a gift from Santa for me! No matter how late I was up, Santa was up later.

I loved the Christmas Eves spent with my own children and husband at church. It was a very special to sit together (we filled a whole pew) and sing carols together. My daughter and I were always sitting together, and if for some reason we weren't, she would scramble down several seats, over her brothers' and sisters' toes to be with me when we sang "Silent Night." I always sing alto on that particular song, and she loved to huddle close to me and harmonize, our own special moments together.

We had a special thing we did as our kids grew older. It became increasingly difficult for me to find stocking stuffers for teenagers and young adults. Those of you with teens, probably understand that. My son actually started this tradition when one year he had a special little stocking stuffer for each family member. I loved it that I had some help, and suggested that we do that in the future. It worked well for several years, and it was fun to have an extra special little gift from each person. Sometimes you didn't know from whom, but you knew that some thought went into the selection of that gift whether it was a really nice gift or a humorous bobble!

So those are some of my favorite tradition memories. Tell us some of yours!


  1. I can remember coming downstairs, the double doors to the TV room open wide and the tree blazing in all it's Christmas Glory, packages spread all around the room. In the diningroom would be boxes of chocolates and bowls of ribbon candy and what we called "clear toys". I think my favorite still is stockings though. Stuffers can be a challenge but in a FUN way!

  2. I'm loving how you are having these memories to cherish and savour.

    We had to have breakfast too...but we made it toast with vague promises of eating more later (famous last words!!).

    Stocking stuffers are a lot of fun and I love the way you've changed yours...each person adding something makes it so much more fun and interesting. I have to say I enjoy finding and buying the stocking stuffers for my boys than I do buying their gifts!!

  3. Patti - Don't those memories just make you tingle? I love them!

    About the stocking stuffers ... yes, fun, but when I was the only one stuffing for 5 kids, hub, MIL, my parents, sometimes a guest AND myself, it became a drag! I was immensely happy to have help!!

    Sherry - Yes, good memories, indeed. LOL! about your breakfast with promises! My folks were wise to that by the time I rolled around. I was #5, and the older kids had already spoiled it! LOL!

    And see above re: stocking stuffers. For some reason, it just wore me out to try to find enough things to fill them for so many people. I admire people who do it *well*!


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