Traditions are made and broken during one's lifetime but the memories you make are always there. Always. I can remember some when I was a child, yes that long ago. One year in particular we had a blue tree, blue lights blue everything. Kinda cool looking, if you use that word anymore. I remember one year, I was prowling in the closets, if you can believe that and lo and behold found a whole closet of toys. Guess Santa came early that year. Of course I had to run and get brothers and sister to come and see, there were 5 of us. We didn't care, it was exciting just as much as Christmas morning. The wonderful department stores in the early fifties how pretty they were decorated and Santa land with the elves and helpers. The night parades with so much excitement . Daddy was in the Army and we lived in Washington state for a while and this is where I remember the most. The movie Christmas Story just brings back so many memories and how traditional things were back then.
When our children were young we did our best to make as many memories as possible, waiting for Santa with the cookies and milk. Putting their socks at the end of the bed, we didn't have a fireplace, seeing the nativity scene and reading Christmas stories. One year the girls and their Daddy went to the store and bought the ugliest cardboard fireplace. They put it up and was so proud of it. I guess I was like Scrooge though I made them take it down. We still chuckle at that one though. We use to always bake Christmas cookies and decorate them and funny-- kids all around would come to decorate with us. Sometimes they would come in shifts there were so many to come and play with icing and yummy cookies. Even when the girls were in high school and college they did this.
Time has gone by and we were blessed with two grandchildren. We continued as many traditions as we could. We did change, to make a new family happy, from getting together Christmas eve to Christmas morning. We were flexible and tried to accommodate however we could. New stockings to hang on the fireplace were made and of course Santa cookies and milk were put out. The cookie decorating was still done and we would make Jesus a birthday cake. We still make candy, cookies, cakes and yummy not good for you food. I think I got as excited as the grands Christmas morning, seeing their little sweet faces as they came into the room where Santa had been. We won't mention the hours we helped Santa putting together Ninja Turtle and Barbie goodies.
I think one of the best parts to me is decorating the tree, well besides the cooking and all of it in general. I know messing with the awful lights but pulling out all the ornaments and what memories they have to me.
The Nativity scene we purchased at Sears and Roebucks. It has a blinking blue light, a little music box and the sweetest memory is Addison's little face looking at it. He and the girls use to love rearranging the animals. He would just look at it and whisper that Baby Jesus was asleep
I am sure you all have some ornaments like these. The kids would bring them home, they proudly made these or the teacher gave to them. I bet some of you even have some that you made. Egg cartons and lifesavers have never been so honored.
Now there are these little treasures. Way back in 1964, when we were not flush with dollars, I was in this little craft club by mail. A whole maybe $3 . Oh it was like Christmas when the kits came. This was one of them and I have treasured them so. They are getting a little ragged but reminds me of the times when we just enjoyed things to the fullest.
These guys were certainly different Santa's . Our oldest daughter got them for us as a gift in 2001. Can you guess that they were from Hawaii ? I thought they were pretty cute.
A few more Santas. The scooter one I bought when we went together and got Grandson a 4 wheeler and I was going to give this ornament to him. I give them an ornament every year. Got some really pretty ones this year. This little ornament didn't make it home in one piece so I just kept it to remind me of that year. The Neiman Marcus Santas. We were in Dallas and went to Neimans and again were not flush so I wanted to buy something so three of these little guys made it home with us. One for each of our daughters.
These little guys are just to close to my heart. The smaller cream one Addison sold to me with a school fund raiser, such a little salesman. The little red guy is one of our Grandaughters favorite. He has been all over the house at Christmas. Always seems to fit in somewhere.
Of course we have Santa pictures, be them ever so bad and small I love them. Just shows the magic of Christmas lives in these tiny little hearts.
We use to have even a bigger on but this guy just fits the bill. Gone are the days when we got a real tree and all the needles fall of and such a fire hazard. Now I could go on and on with snow globes, my Christmas wall and shelf that stays up all year. Oh that can be another story. I certainly don't want to wear your eyes out.
There you go, just some of the memories that I have about Christmas and the wonderful little ornaments that I treasure. Like I said the memories are just the best and things change in your life, good and bad, but the memories are always there to enjoy.
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