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Yes, Waterloo, isn't christmas a magical time of year. I love the holidays. How truely wonderful for you to have such a bounty of family and grandbabies! Oh how you must enjoy the holiday season. Bless you and your family, dear.
Christmas is hectic, it can be a crazy time. But even all that frenzy of last minute shopping, baking cookies, squares, pies and decorating all eases when I catch the scent of fresh evergreen pine, cinnamon or hear a Christmas song. When I was a little girl, our holiday season usually started when us kids and Dad, literally walked out, behind our house, beyond our property and into a forest of trees. We all were bundled up warm and there we were all tromping through the woods to cut the perfect tree. We'd take it home and that night, my Mom set out all her xmas baking and homemade chocolates, and as a family, we'd decorate that special tree. All of our little homemade christmas ornament crafts were put on the best branches. Mom insisted on it.
Christmas day was spent outdoors, sledding, skating, catching snowflakes on our tongues and making angels in the fresh powder. And if it was a milder day, we could even build a snowman or two. By Christmas night we were tired and hungry. Mom would have a turkey, stuffing mashed potatoes and cranberry with Mincemeat pie. What a feast. I didn't want to let go of the wonder of the Christmas season. As a child, I wished every day could be Christmas.
Even now, as I come up to my 52nd year, I still think Christmas is one of the most wonderful times for me. I have many pleasant memories of family..my own children. I remember one christmas, when my youngest child (then 4) made reindeer food, in pre-school. He insisted we had to put this food out in our backyard, for Santa's reindeer on Christmas eve. So just before he went to bed on christmas eve, we bundled him up and went outdoors where he sprinkled this 'reindeer food' (sprinkles, dry oatmeal, nuts and grains) all over the backyard. As I tucked him into bed, he said the most startling thing to me..he said, "I sure hope the reindeer like their food. I can't wait to go out there in the morning and see their little footprints in the snow" My eyes widened, and with a brave face and a weak smile, I assured him that there would be footprints. But how on earth do you make little 'tiny' reindeer footprints in the snow? After I made sure he was asleep, my husband and I grabbed the flashlight and ran out to the shed, to find something to make these dang 'hoof' prints! Do you know what I found?! An old wooden axe handle. The top end is a perfect shape of a tiny hoof. (And to think, I wanted to junk it the summer, before.) So there was my husband and I, in the moonlit backyard, late christmas eve..walking gingerly around the back yard, making these tiny, little hoofprints in the snow. We even made sure to scoop some of the reindeer food off the snow. A very convincing scene. And it worked..our little imaginative boy was thoroughly convinced that Santa's reindeer did indeed, have a grand feast in our backyard, the next morning when he peeked outdoors. It truely made his christmas day and it kept him believing in the magic of christmas. I think we should all take time to stop, think and give blessing for the wonderment of family, friends and the love we have this time of year. What does christmas means to you? We would all would love to hear your stories, opinions and thoughts. Please Share.
Posted on 18 November 2007 @ 20:1 (London time) - permalink
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Jamer70, posted
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