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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Christmas past

The other night I was reading a Christmas book to my boys that was mine when I was a kid. It was given to me in 1980 (I was 4) by my Great Great Aunt Cy. She was the aunt of my maternal grandmother. As I read the words she wrote in the inside cover out loud, I started to cry. My sons just stared at me, and then my 4 year old says, "Mommy, don't cry." It was very sweet. Aunt Cy passed away when I was 11 years old. I will never forget her and how sweet she was to me. She was a dear lady and I miss her.
I started thinking about my childhood and Christmas past. Sometimes I wish I could go back and revisit those days. I absolutely loved Christmas at my Grandma and Grandpa's house! My Grandma would always have her house neatly decorated. She has excellent taste in decor. My sister and I would lay down under the Christmas tree so that our heads were positioned to look up into the inside of the tree. I used to imagine what it would be like to be miniature and walk around inside on the branches with the lights glowing and the sparkle of the ornaments. There would be one or two presents laying there, and we would get excited thinking about how many more there would be on Christmas morning. We would usually go to my grandparent's church for the Christmas Eve service, and then come back to the house for food and treats. Sometimes we were allowed to open one present that night. It was always hard to fall asleep. We would hear the footsteps and faint voices of the adults and wonder what was going on. And then came the excitement of Christmas morning! We would wake our parents up and go downstairs and find under the tree filled with presents! We could hardly contain our excitement. It was so hard to wait for some of the other family members to arrive so we could start the opening of presents! Later that day we would have Christmas dinner and visit with other relatives. But all we wanted to do was play with our new toys and wear our new clothes.
Now I have a family of my own, but we still go and visit my Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas. Things are different now that my siblings and I are grown up with families of our own. We stay with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin since my grandparents do not have the space to host all of us. But the feeling is the same. And now I get to watch my children open their presents with excitement and awe. I hope they will look back one day with fond memories.

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