No matter how much we might still love it, Christmastime just isn’t the same as when we were young. And at a time of all the aggravating shopping hustle and bustle, dents in the pockets, headaches, traffic jams and long lines, I begin to realize that God has sent me the most magical Christmas gift of all, a beautiful three year old whom I can relive Christmas in all over. Through my child’s eyes, I see myself each time his face lights up at the sight of Santa, and I feel his anticipation each morning as he faithfully opens up one more window on the Christmas calendar. Tonight, as we decorate the tree, I admiringly watched his tiny fingers delicately place each of the ornaments on all the same branches until they drooped to the floor. So proud of his work, I secretly placed some elsewhere, as to not hurt his feelings, and wondered how many times my own mother had done the same thing.
We could work this afternoon and take Grandma to Cracker Barrel tonight.” All I could do was stare with a blank look on my face. He had to know I wasn’t paying attention, just as he had to know I wanted to go sledding. He repeated himself, “What do you say? Let’s go out to the shop and make toys for Children’s Hospital? Christmas always sneaks up and I want to make as many as possible.” My heart melted as the words left Grandpa’s mouth.
The reindeer dance started out when my oldest brother came home from school for Christmas break in elementary school. He had a baggy of reindeer food that they made in class. This reindeer food, is just oatmeal with sprinkles in it, but as a kid, you have a wild imagination. They were told it was special food that had magic that attracts the reindeer to our house so that Santa wouldn 't miss our house, and to sprinkle it outside on Christmas eve. Normal families would take their kids and sprinkle it outside a little bit, but my family isn’t normal.
He arrives on the night of Christmas Eve to bring presents for the children. The youngsters leave carrots for the reindeer, milk and mince pies for Santa at the fire place as he comes down the chimney to deliver his presents. When I was young, Christmas was a time of great joy and happiness. I always made a manger from basic materials that were in the house. Two weeks before Christmas, my friends and I went carol singing and we got treats and sometimes even money.
It was always a magical experience to walk into our beautiful front room, all decorated with twinkly lights and gifts that were not there the night before, and see what was left for us. The hardest part was trying to wait for my parents to wake up, I would sneak in the room and make little sounds to slightly wake them, without them knowing it was me or on purpose. It took me many years to finally figure out that my parents were Santa, and that they had stayed up all night wrapping and setting up Christmas so , consequently, they were exhausted the day after. Nevertheless, Christmas still went on and it would not be long before my parents woke , and Christmas could
My husband, our three children, and myself travel from California. My two sisters, their husbands, and children come from a nearby town, for our celebration. We spend the day baking cookies, making fudge and preparing a big Christmas dinner, with all the trimmings. The children love to see each other. They spend the day playing games and sharing their new gifts and toys that Santa Claus brought for each of them.
He’s living in the Victorian times when it was quite different to how we live nowadays, especially at Christmas. When we wake up on Christmas morning, the first thing we want to do is open our presents hoping someone has remembered what we asked for, watch others open gifts we’ve bought, cram as much turkey down our throats as possible and have parties with friends and family. In the Victorian times, they celebrated the birth of Christ. Even the poor who had hardly anything thanked God for all that they had, even though it was so little. Most people spent time with their family, singing songs and eating lovely dinners.
Halloween welcomes cavities from all the candy received and only weeks later, there is the typical family dinner to celebrate Christmas filled with fattening comfort food. Halloween and Christmas are holidays in which no one seems to care to be bothered with the thought of weight
Someone had flipped the calendar; it read December 1962 - Advent Season, my favorite time of the year. In America they called it Christmas season. I noticed the entire neighborhood, including my in-laws, busied themselves with putting strings of electrical lights on their houses and front yards trees. Some had lit up statues of a jolly Santa Claus, reindeer, or a snowman placed under trees or by the front door. After dark, the illuminated houses and yards gave a feeling of a supernal place.
At a young age, I was raised as a child who’s exposed to the idea of excessive Christmas splurging and a child who always looked for gifts. Christmas as a child for me always meant getting new toys and treats, waking up on a Christmas morning welcomed by a Christmas tree with a pile of presents. I can still remember Christmas when I was seven years old. It was the time when I got my first Christmas themed story book that made me believe that I shouldn’t be naughty so that Santa wouldn’t forget