I have a pretty good memory. Some of my childhood friends can’t believe the details I can remember from ‘the good old days.’
Recently, I was talking to friends about what I remembered as the favorite Christmas gifts my children received from Santa. Later that day, I started wondering about which Christmas gifts I liked the best when I was young. I spent the good part of a day thinking about it. And, for the rest of that week, every time I had a few spare minutes, I went back to thinking about Christmases past.
There is a lot I could remember. I remember feeling the warmth from the fireplace at my grandparent’s house. And, I remember the lit up Santa that hung over their fireplace; the pine smell in that room. I remember watching the nutcracker on television. I remember my grandmother’s china pattern. I remember that one Mickey Mouse ornament that everyone wanted to hang on the tree. I remember the year our dog knocked over our tree when she jumped up to eat the foil wrapped chocolate ornaments and I remember one year leaving my dad a letter I wrote as Santa…I remember a lot of smiles…a lot of laughing and goofing around…I remember Christmas music.
But, you know what? I cannot, for the life of me, remember one single gift I received in all the years I lived in my parent’s house! Not one.
Enjoy the holiday spirit around you! :)
Thanks for stopping by! Remember to take pleasure in simple things, Jackie