Even after promising myself that I wasn’t going to turn into one of those people who hate the holidays because they lost someone close in November or December, I find that I’m having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I’m 99% sure that it’s just that whole first anniversary thing that’s causing it, but it’s still a little depressing.
The kids and I finally got the tree up a few nights ago, a good two and a half weeks later than usual. Well, it’s sort of up. We have the lights, garland and angel on it, but no bulbs, beads, Santa’s, snowmen, frosted pine cones or red bows. No Hallmark collectibles, Coke bears, horns or the Mickey Mouse ornament I don’t really like but the kids love so it goes on every year. I have two Christmas villages…both still in boxes. Scads of lights for windows and shelves…still packed away. No manger scene either.
Looks like we need to add more lights. Nothing like a picture in the dark to show you what you missed.
As for holiday baking? Not so much as a single batch of sugar, pumpkin or ugly cookies. No pecan snowballs or fudge either…
And so I have been spending time remembering Christmases when my siblings and I were still little. When my dad and grandparents were still alive, hoping to find a little spark of whatever is missing in me this year. (the reason I didn’t include my oldest daughter is that she wasn’t born where these memories are taking me)
I can’t believe I’m posting this. Not sure WHY we looked so scruffy here, but… wow. You’d never know my family lived an average middle class life from this picture!
Oh those were the days! My sister, two brothers and I looked forward to Christmas Eve every single year because everyone would gather at my grandparents house.
You want to talk about chaos… Holy smoke! Kind of literally since most of the adults smoked back then.
Grandma and grandpa had eight kids, and six were still married. All but one had kids, anywhere from two to five. So basically we had about thirty-five people crammed into that fairly small house.
One of the highlights of the night, at least for me, was Grandpa’s cheese plate. Basically all it was was a saucer with a chunk of Colby cheese slapped in the middle of it. This was when you could get really good cheese. The kind that had lots of holes and would crumble into cool little beads if you played with it. Kind of like Styrofoam looks when it’s crumbled up, only yellow. Not that I ever did that or anything…
He would let it sit on that plate until it came to room temperature, and oh did it ever taste good! What made it special though is that I felt a stronger connection with my grandpa. Not that I recognized it as that back then, I just knew I really liked something that he really liked. In fact, that’s probably the only reason I liked it. Except I still prefer it that way to this day.
Isn’t it amazing the things that stand out in our memories? Rarely is it the gifts or dazzling decorations that give us the warm, fuzzy feelings we all crave. No, it’s the things that aren’t grand or pretentious. The simple cheese plate, the dozens of conversations going on around us, conversations so loud that they could rival the noise in a football stadium at full capacity…but because we’re together with everyone we love, it’s wonderful! It’s the playing with cousins, teasing from uncles, and hugs from aunts that make us smile.
I actually tried to come up with more reasons why going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house on Christmas Eve was so great…and drew a blank. I guess I already listed the only ones that mattered.
I love this song. And the pictures in the video are absolutely gorgeous!
Just one other thing comes to mind as I think back, and that is the anticipation my brothers, sister and I felt in the days leading up to it.
And Christmas Eve? From the moment we opened our eyes in the morning, the minutes and seconds seemed to take an eternity to pass. It didn’t matter what day the winter solstice fell on, Christmas Eve day lasted twice as long! No kids ever looked at a clock more than we did, willing the hands to move faster because all we wanted to do was pile in the car and get there.
We wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Not even a trip to Disneyland.
When you think back, what are your most precious Christmas memories?