I have been thinking a lot about the evolution of Christmas in my own life. How it makes me sad looking at the curling iron in the bathroom. No it isn't about the curling iron. It is about the fact that the curling iron belongs to my youngest daughter who will be trudging off to college next fall. The fact that she won't be here in the same capacity will change how Christmas feels to all of us in the family. I have also been contemplating the loss of my mom, who passed last August. I think about how lonely my dad must feel, especially at Christmas time. It must be hard to go from a Christmas Eve full laughter and opening presents, a house full of people and your own family traditions to a lonely night that doesn't really feel any different. This is why I want my sisters and brother to come together, if only for a small time, on Christmas Eve at my Dad's house. It doesn't have anything to do with anything, except that I can't bear the thought of him being alone on Christmas.
I think this Christmas was especially hard for my husband, who just found out that his dad has cancer. His parents reside in Florida this time of year and did not journey North for Christmas because of this new discovery. This changes Christmas for my husband and his brother too.
I know that this is something everyone goes through. I am not naive in thinking that I am alone. I just wonder, how does one get that feeling back? How do you keep the spirit and magic of Christmas alive, in your heart and in your home?
I think it is important to give and do for others. Take a tag from the Jesse tree. Partake in Christmas parties and enjoy your family and friends. Take a drive and look at Christmas lights, while listening to Christmas music. Attend a Christmas service. I have done all these and I still feel a little empty.
While thinking about my mom today. I was in my bathroom, attempting to fix my hair, with before mentioned curling iron and I heard a loud noise. I turned to see an old hat box that I put on the shelf in my closet fell on the floor, a large envelope behind it fell too. This envelope contains cards from my mom's funeral along with old photos from when I was a kid. It made me feel as if my mom was there with me. Knocking that hat box to the floor.
I decided to share some of what was in that envelope here along with some stories from my childhood.
Christmas Eve at my house, we would walk through the woods to my grandparents house. My grandpa had this amazing train display. We would go to see our grandparents, open presents from them and we spent a lot of time in the basement of his house looking at his train. It was so big it took up most of the basement. It had a mountain, a trolley, airplanes hung from the ceiling. He wore his famous conductors hat and he operated all the trains. Some of them had milk jugs that were unloaded and then reloaded. He had one with small metal barrels that were also loaded and unloaded. People and cars were placed with care about the platform. It was a labor of love for him and all of our friends and relatives shared in the excitement of getting to see my grandpa's trains.
Although we were happy to see our grandparents and we enjoyed the trains, we were very excited to get home, because we knew that there was a very good chance that Santa would drop in at our house while we had been away. We ran through those woods on the path to our house and sure enough Santa had been there. We tore open our gifts and played with them until it was time to go to church. Midnight mass was so beautiful. They always played "Come Little Children" and the kids would carry real candles up the aisle to the manger in the front of the church. The lights were dim and it was very pretty. After mass, we would walk home exhausted, off to bed we went dreaming of our toys from Santa.
One of mom and dad's best friends often played "Santa" when we were little. It would amaze me how he knew my name and things about me and all the other kids at the party. He was a great Santa! He was even tolerant of an older kid sitting on his lap.
This year, although I feel something is missing. I feel blessed to be surrounded by a wonderful and loving family and great friends, some old and some new. I am enjoying my time with my dad and my aunt, my husband and my kids, people that I love dearly!I have two great quotes to share. One is from the movie A Christmas Story and the other from a book I received as a Christmas gift from my sister called "the Little Prince"
"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes,"
"Ah life is like that. Sometimes at the height of our revelries, when our joy is at its zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters descended upon us."
I hope you enjoy your loved ones, your memories and I hope your making memories for someone special. Merry Christmas





