Anybody who knows me knows I'm somewhat of a humbug at Christmas. I'm not anti-holiday, I just get a little tired of the alternate meanings of Christmas: competitive decorating; shopping so you're still in debt in June; gifting out of obligation; mandatory "festive" get-togethers. You know the drill.
The stuff that makes Christmas stressful, and that makes you almost unable to appreciate the real Christmas when it comes along.
Waking up with the person you want to be with, surrounded by a warm, safe home and critters who love you. Making a nice breakfast and sharing small gifts over coffee. Spending just enough time with family. Having a good meal with people you care about.
There was a thread on Patternreview about the holidays, and it brought up something that I always remember at this time of year. My mom was a big fan of Christmas. Big. Really big. As in the house had a radioactive glow from down the block because of all the lights she had my dad put up. Indoors, there were decorations and ceramic knick-knacks everywhere. Nothing in the Sears Wish Book was off limits - I was an only child, after all, and Christmas comes but once a year.
She was so into Christmas, in fact, that when I started school and a friend enlightened me that there was in fact no Santa Claus, it was the first time I ever went home and didn't tell her about my day. I didn't want to ruin it for her, because while I wasn't totally surprised about Santa's non-existence, I was certain that she still believed in him. Why else would she make such a huge fuss every year?
It couldn't have been for me, could it? My dad worked all the hours he there were leading up to Christmas so he could be home with us on Christmas Day, so the shopping, indoor decorating and general holiday indoctrination fell to my mom. And she was good at it. How else could I have woken up early one Christmas morning and seen hoofprints on the porch roof? (And how did she do that?)
And what about the bells I would hear just as I was dropping off to sleep? The sound would jerk me upright in my bed and I'd hear her from the doorway. "He just flew over. Go to sleep - he won't come while you're awake."
Years later she told me the bells were strung along the ceiling on fishing line, the "hoof" was on a stick and she pressed it in the snow while leaning out the open window, and when I did finally drop off to sleep, she went downstairs, ate all the chocolate chip cookies and had a shot of whiskey to wash them down.
So maybe she did still believe in Santa. Or at least in the meaning of Christmas. Mom and I had a lot of issues over the years, but I never doubted that she loved me. Thinking back on those childhood Christmases, I'm even more certain.
There was a Santa Claus.
Seasons greetings, happy holidays, Merry Christmas. Pick whichever one applies to you, have a wonderful day and come back soon.
What a lovely remembrance of Christmas past. Thanks for sharing.
Wow. I'm certainly into Christmas, but it seems I have nothing on your mom. How wonderful!
That was a lovely memory. :-)
Karen, thanks for sharing your Christmas memory. My Mom was the same way, unfortunately I did not carry one her decorating traditions.
Your idea of a great Christmas is right on with how I feel about it! And my mom is still a huge Christmas freak! When my kids were little I made sleigh and deer tracks on my deck with a broom handle. I also threw small pieces of carrots near the door where they could be seen, and complained to the kids that the reindeer were pigs to leave such a mess.
I hope they remember those days.
I love the hoof print idea! And the shot with the cookies!
My mother and Christmas...hmmm...well, I'll just say that she's still around, and we moved out of state, so that joy falls to my brother. I never believed in Santa, 'cause Mom made sure she got all the credit. Oh well, I never told any of the kids at school this little fact, but I would never sit on "Santa's" lap, dirty old man that he was. :-)
I got a great laugh with your post, though!
Nice photo's from the past. But I have a question, were they taken in South Philly. I live in a house with the same fireplace. When I bought the house the previos owner asked me not to get rid of it his father worked hard to put it in and I haven't.
Great Story! Thank you for sharing it with us. Happy Holidays from San Diego
Merry Christmas! I think your mum had a lot of fun making Christmas special for you. Great memories.
Wow, that is a beautiful post. You just made me cry. I was bah humbug this year and I totally agree with you about the reasons why. Thanks for sharing that because to me, that, right there, this post, is the meaning of the holiday.
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