Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Christmas Memories



I just returned home from the sing along at my daughter’s school. The pure joy in the faces of the kids as they sang, danced and even rocked it out gangnam style reminded me exactly what Christmas is about. We are celebrating joy, freedom and peace. Family, friends and neighbours. We are celebrating community and compassion for one another. We are just celebrating life.

Although my memories of Christmas do include a couple gifts, the cabbage patch kid that I’m sure Santa had to run around everywhere for or my brothers new bike that was so big he thought it was for my Dad, most of my memories are of moments. I remember gluing cotton on snowmen and then sending glitter all over it. Wearing my pajamas in the Christmas concert at school. Our tree always had one long branch at the very top that stuck straight up, always. The angel was way up there hanging on for dear life. We always listened to the Elvis Presley Blue Christmas and John Denver and the Muppets records while we decorated it. We would visit my grandparents. My Gramma and Papa always had the same small tree that went into the basement with the same decorations and came up each year and we all loved it. Not a single piece of tinsel moved. They had After Eight mints and we left with rosy cheeks from my Papa's whiskers. My other grandparents would keep us all awake as they chatted in bed together long into the night. This Grandma made mean boiled onions. I loved standing in her kitchen with everyone debating if my grandparents fridge was too cold or too hot while at the same time everyone was rushing around getting dinner made. Christmas lights. Watching the first snowfall each year through the window at night and excited for the next morning then building awesome runways to sled on.

These are my memories of this time year. They are memories of play and being with family and friends, celebrating life. It is a time to share, to give, to sing and to laugh. I am enjoying making more with my kids, my husband, our families, new friends and long time friends.

I wish each and every one of you joy, freedom, peace and I hope a lot of laughter with loved ones this holiday and of course some time to play in the snow.

With Love,
CJ

He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. Maybe Christmas, he thought… doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps… means a little bit more! 

-How the Grinch Stole Christmas-






I just love this bird, that's why. Happy Holiday.






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