T-Minus 96 shopping hours left before Christmas! And all is well!
Sorry, I just had to do that. Sorry if I sent you into panic mode. I could have subtracted sleeping time, but I didn’t know how many hours a day everyone slept. I was a late shopper this year as well due to an injury, so online shopping it is, and do you know that even that is becoming a bit stressful. I saw a few. “Sorry this won’t arrive until after Christmas” notes on some of the first pick items I wanted. I discovered that the only way to get ahead that way is if you shop on Cyber Monday or Cyber week. Okay Lesson learned. *Smile*
But today’s blog is not about shopping, or critiquing how you shop or even your choice of shopping. This is simply about the “Ghost of Christmas past”. So close your eyes and take a magical journey with me.
Imagine being that child again and smelling the scents of Christmas. The sweet, sweet smell of the tree the night Mom and Dad brought it home. How it spread throughout the house. The very smell that would tell you it was the beginning of the Christmas season, and it was almost time for Santa to come. Decorations, centerpieces, and my mother’s manger would come out. Oh what wonderful time it was. It was like there was a peace in our house for the season, and lots of activities planned to celebrate the season.
We always waited until the next day, or afternoon to decorate, because the tree had to “settle” as my father would say, and so the next day we would go to school, church, or whatever our activities were for the day, and we would anxiously await that moment when we were all together in the evening to decorate. First it was dinner then the adult prelude of lights and streamers, and then it would be our turn. Under the expert guidance of our much more experienced parents, and older siblings, the youngest of us would adorn the tree with the baubles and decorations of the ages. Sometimes we would make paper chains, which our parents would happily allow us to put on the tree or around the house. Christmas was a happy time for our little piece of the universe; perhaps that is why I remember it with such fondness.
Another activity I remember about Christmas was caroling. Every year our family church would gather together, and we would go around town caroling. One thing I will never forget is my mother’s voice lifted in song. She had the voice of an angel, and I think one of the reasons I went every year was just so I could hear it; well that and the hot cocoa at the end; it was made with warm milk, and it was very creamy. They enhanced the sweetness with marshmallows floating on top slowly melting into the hot liquid. A delight to the taste buds of adult and child alike.
I also recall skating at what was once called the town common, now a privately owned
tennis court in the middle of town. There were Barrel fires, warm clothes, and ice skating. I’m not sure who hosted it, or who was in charge, all I remember was having the time of my life. I don’t remember the year it happened, nor if it was something that only occurred once or an annual celebration, but it was such a Joyous time that the snippets are ingrained in my memory.
Do you have favorite memories of your Christmas past? How often do you share them in the Christmas present? Try it.
If you’re having a hard time, this season, finding a moment to be happy Let the “ghost of Christmas past” remind you of a time where tears could be changed to laughter, and bring it forward to combine with some grains of “The ghost of Christmas present.”
We just lost my mother in October, but we remembered her love for Christmas, and we made sure we celebrated Christmas before she passed. I dedicate this “ghost of Christmas present moment”, to her. She loved paper chains, homemade Christmas Decorations, and lifting her voice in song this time of year. She sings with the angels above this Christma
s to celebrate the season with God, and she looks down on those she loves here on earth. If we listen real carefully, maybe we can hear her.
Christmas is here, we can’t put it back in the box. Yes it is one of the most hectic times of the year, but also one of the most blessed times of the year for family. Make a paper chain, or a popcorn chain. Paint your own Christmas ornaments for the tree. Make some memories, share some with others; because once you have them, nobody can take them from you.
Merry Christmas, and God Bless.