Do you have holiday memories?
Of course you do. It might have been around 8 crazy nights or Christmas carols, but the memories are there. Some are joyful, some are painful. But memories boil up when you least expect them and, when some of your memories are not so good, you have an opportunity each season to make new memories. Yay.
Lura (my grandmother) loved Christmas. Honestly, I don't know much about her holidays as a child, but I do know fresh fruit was a special treat in her stockin...oh, wait, maybe I read that in a Dickens novel. EIther way, Christmas was very special at my grandmother's house.
Nostalgic ornaments...lined the Christmas tree, multicolored lights, children's homemade ornaments from decades ago, glass balls with picturesque winter wonderland scenes, tinsel all over.
Glass jars of Hershey's kisses in the formal living room...that we'd always go around and sneak.
Christmas Eve services and other celebrations at church.
Breakfast pizza or casserole on Christmas morning. We all wore red and/or green. She wore the cutest matching Christmas sweats each year. With matching earrings. And socks. And necklace. You get the picture.
Food all day...turkey, ham, sweet potato casserole (never "yams"), mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, cornbread dressing (not "stuffing"), sometimes oyster stuffing, carrot souffle, green bean casserole, corn casserole, gallons of iced tea. And pies...pumpkin, pecan, sweet potato, with a heaping scoop of Blue Bell homemade vanilla ice cream on the side. This is the stuff homes are made of.
Presents around the tree. Cameras and happiness. Unwrapped gifts for the "kids," even when we were 22. Santa surely is real. Smiles, laughs and lots of hugs and "thank yous" around the room. Another sunny Christmas day in front of a large bay window of a white brick house in Texas.
Oh, and I mustn't forget the trash...the edible trash...but for another day...
Hold each other tight and remember the special memories. Be sure and make room in your heart for the new memories, too. :)
Laurel
Of course you do. It might have been around 8 crazy nights or Christmas carols, but the memories are there. Some are joyful, some are painful. But memories boil up when you least expect them and, when some of your memories are not so good, you have an opportunity each season to make new memories. Yay.
Lura (my grandmother) loved Christmas. Honestly, I don't know much about her holidays as a child, but I do know fresh fruit was a special treat in her stockin...oh, wait, maybe I read that in a Dickens novel. EIther way, Christmas was very special at my grandmother's house.
Nostalgic ornaments...lined the Christmas tree, multicolored lights, children's homemade ornaments from decades ago, glass balls with picturesque winter wonderland scenes, tinsel all over.
Glass jars of Hershey's kisses in the formal living room...that we'd always go around and sneak.
Christmas Eve services and other celebrations at church.
Breakfast pizza or casserole on Christmas morning. We all wore red and/or green. She wore the cutest matching Christmas sweats each year. With matching earrings. And socks. And necklace. You get the picture.
Food all day...turkey, ham, sweet potato casserole (never "yams"), mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, cornbread dressing (not "stuffing"), sometimes oyster stuffing, carrot souffle, green bean casserole, corn casserole, gallons of iced tea. And pies...pumpkin, pecan, sweet potato, with a heaping scoop of Blue Bell homemade vanilla ice cream on the side. This is the stuff homes are made of.
Presents around the tree. Cameras and happiness. Unwrapped gifts for the "kids," even when we were 22. Santa surely is real. Smiles, laughs and lots of hugs and "thank yous" around the room. Another sunny Christmas day in front of a large bay window of a white brick house in Texas.
Oh, and I mustn't forget the trash...the edible trash...but for another day...
Hold each other tight and remember the special memories. Be sure and make room in your heart for the new memories, too. :)
Laurel
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