My mom, Nancy, is posting a different Christmas memory for 12 days. She gave me her blessing to repost them here. It’s amazing how a life story can be told through the lens of a certain day.
Twelfth Christmas Day Memory
Christmas has changed over the years from my childhood in the 50’s, to young military wife in the 70’s, to single mom in the 80’s; to enjoying the large extended Minor family gatherings of the 90’s, and now cherishing the ever growing Menagh clan gatherings.
I still like to do Christmas Eve, but it is just our part of the family squeezed in the condo and on Christmas evening, we usually go over to Bob and Cate’s.
Each of my children has brought home new faces and new traditions; my Christmas tree reflecting all the places they have lived in the many ornaments from around the world. And when we cannot be with all the nieces, nephews, and cousins, we still get to share with them celebrating in their homes in Colorado, Texas, Georgia, Utah (thanks to Facebook ).
Still working full time I carefully fill in my December dance card with events. Dinner with my book club, lunch with my military widows, Christmas party here and there, tea or shopping with friends, doing the Snowball Express send-off event, taking a train ride to see Santa with the grandchildren, collecting toys for children of the deployed, and gathering warm clothes for the homeless, the weeks up to Christmas are kept very busy.
Philip’s gym hosts a Santa and tree lighting and all the kids and grandkids came one year and got their picture taken with Santa and his elf. (Philip has a green elf suit he wore – reminds me of that little green elf ornament from that first Christmas in CA…)
We’ll go to Jaime and Mike’s for the whole extended Minor family’s gift exchange after Christmas; at Karey’s house the Elf on the Shelf will be hiding somewhere different every morning, and I know that Ryan will still come over and help me with my tree if I need him.
Kylie and Mark will host a gingerbread house party inviting cousins and their children. Last year it looked like it was all about helping the children build and decorate the houses. But before too long the children wandered off to play games or watch a movie and all that was left at the table were adults working hard adding the little details to their gingerbread creations.
Just goes to show that the magic of Christmas is in the child in all of us.
God Bless you all and thank you for reading my 12 Christmas Day Memories. I hope that they helped you remember some of the memories of Christmas that mean so much to you.