Happy holidays to all! During Christmastide, we Wenches are celebrating some of our memories of the Christmas season.
I treasure my childhood Christmas memories as days gone by, with some of my family gone, too. I remember hushed and sparkling Christmas mornings when my sisters and I would tiptoe downstairs to see what Santa had left beneath the tree … I found my first Barbie doll there, and a
pink and white bicycle, and lots of books… we lived in Upstate New York, where the holidays were usually enveloped in snow, draped white from the treetops to the porch steps — we had Dylan Thomas sorts of snows there (though I took this photo last year in Maryland!):
"Our snow was not only shaken from white wash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of the houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunder-storm of white, torn Christmas cards." (A Child's Christmas in Wales)
Though now when I think on Christmas past, I remember my own kids at Christmas.
We had a big Christmas surprise with the birth of our first son just days before Christmas (he was due in January). That year, we were changing diapers and pulling all-nighters as new parents beside the glowing Christmas tree. With three sons, we had wonderful Christmases — stories on Christmas Eve, cookies and milk for Santa, kids getting up at dawn to find toys and other gifts, laughing and silliness and some exhausting, lovely days.
Another Christmas, our youngest, age two, got strep throat and we spent Christmas day in the ER, while our houseguests finished cooking my turkey dinner and watched our other kids until we got back hours later… one Christmas, all three boys had chicken pox and we quaratined ourselves from visitors…another time the snowfall was so deep we couldn't leave the house on Christmas or for days afterward…
Here's a photo that encapsulates those kid-filled holidays for
me — my sons at ages 8, 4 and 1 year on Christmas Eve, being sweet and goofy. Today, one is a doctor, one is an ICU RN, and the other is studying psychology — but their mom will always remember them this way on Christmas.
Do you find yourself dealing with excited kids on Christmas, or do you have a Christmas calamity to share?
Remember, your December comments will enter you in our Word Wenches giveaway — a Word Wenches Library with a book from each of us for a winner picked at random from among all those who post on the blog in December! Good luck!
May your holiday season be wonderful, and may 2011 be your best year ever!