Christmas Eve 2009 and a huge rain and windstorm rages outside my windows! The patio furniture just blew off over the fence! (Just into the big part of our yard, though.) But I am toasty warm and dry inside here, with power and hot chocolate and a computer to write on! So much better than a few days ago. I am feeling very nostalgic as I recall Christmas’s past.
I remember:
Going to Grandma’s house where I was crushed in a pack of dogs, all bigger than me and the piano and harp seemed to take up the whole living room and I got the most beautiful set of doll dishes I had ever seen!
The huge Christmas tree my father always brought home and wired into the corner of our living room so it wouldn’t fall over on his brood of rambunctious kids while we decorated it.
My first Christmas away from home when we decorated our little tree with popcorn, cookies and our pink “floozy” feathered angel that cost 35 cents at the dime store. A little mouse came out at night and ate the popcorn off the strings and I cried when my husband caught it and killed it.
Our first Christmas with our daughter, who we later adopted, and how big her eyes were when she saw all those presents!
Our next Christmas with our newly adopted son and how I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. My heart was so full I thought I would burst!
Now my life is filled with children and grandchildren, scattered all over this country, each one celebrating the holidays in their own special way and I think how much I love my life.
All of us have warm homes, loving families, food to eat, friends and much to look forward to. What could Santa Claus possibly bring that would be better than that?
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