This picture embodies all my Christmas memories.
Me and two of my sisters, Glenda and Cindy (I'm the one on the top)
More dolls than we knew what to do with.
Lots of baby supplies too. Cradles, buggies, bottles, etc.
How I grew up without having kids, I don't know. (Well, I do know...LONG post)
Santa always, always came to our house on Christmas Eve. I figured it was because our last name started with an "A", and we must have been first on his list.
We would be in the living room watching TV, there would be a knock at the door.
We'd answer it, and there would be a huge sack of presents.
Moments after the screaming subsided, mom would come in from the kitchen, out of breath, to see what the commotion was about.
She pulled that off until I was about 10. The same year I learned there was no Santa Claus, I also learned where babies came from, thanks to my older sister Glenda.
I walked around for months shocked, dismayed and disgusted.
I shared a bedroom with all three of my sisters. I learned a lot. Sometimes before my tender mind was ready to learn it.
Remember Viv, my mentally handicapped sister?
OH my goodness, we'd all be so mad at her on Christmas.
She would tell my mom and dad everything they were getting right before they would open it.
"It's a toaster!" She'd exclaim.
"It's Old Spice cologne!"
A fight then ensued.
My poor parents.
As I type this now it's snowing here.
It's just me and Glenco.
I've been reading Martha Stewart's Homekeeping book, drinking coffee and contemplating taking all the decorations down today. Time to get a move on...that's how I feel. I'm excited and ready to start a new year. So many plans, schemes and ideas. I want to seal grout and wash baseboards, organize recipes and plant production gardens. I can't wait to make rag rugs on the old rug loom Glen got me for Christmas, and clean the basement. I could go on and on, but I'll stop here, before you think I'm completely mad.
We'll go the to movies and out for Chinese with Cindy and Aaron soon.
I miss my family very much today. I wish I could give my dad that bottle of Old Spice that he got every stinking year, and seemed surprised to get.
I wish I could hand a gift to my mom and hear Viv exclaim "It's a new iron!" just one more time.
Wishing you a Christmas Day filled with hope, good memories, new memories, and exciting plans for a New Year (that may or may not involve cleaning basements).
If you are one of the lucky ones that got to 'go home' for Christmas, I do hope in my heart of hearts, you realize that alone is the greatest gift you'll get this year.