With Christmas just days away, I have been reflecting on the days of old; when magic filled the air and excitement consumed me. I have tried on numerous occasions to recreate these special moments from my past for my little ones, but some things just cannot be replicated. Although they will have their own special memories to reflect on, they are worlds apart from my experiences.
In my childhood home, we had a white flock tree strung with SO many colorful lights, my daddy had to rig it to the wall to prevent it from toppling over. It was decorated with special “toy” ornaments from Hallmark (we got to choose a new one each year), and our Nativity scene was always close by. It was always such a special treat when I was allowed to play with the ceramic figures, my favorite being baby Jesus. We had a quilted tree skirt that (if memory serves) was covered with embroidered Christmas scenes that I loved pretending was a skirt. I would strap it on, throw our handmade stockings on my feet and prance around the living room pretending to be a ballerina. I loved how the skirt twirled around my legs! I was young, carefree, full of life, and had my whole life ahead of me. It was a simple life, and it was grand!
What special Christmas memories do YOU hold?