Christmas Memories


Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year.

So I’d like to share some of my fondest memories from Christmases past.

I longed to have real tree but my mother said she was allergic. As an adult, I now realize she probably didn’t want to deal with the mess.

So I enjoyed the real trees at my grandparents house, school and church.

They had the big, colorful lights. You know the ones. If one goes out, they all go out.

Church on Christmas Eve was a treat.

All the kids would receive a brown paper ‘poke’(bag) filled with fruit, nuts and candy. Sometimes a small little toy.

We would take the train into Knoxville or ride with my aunt and uncle to watch the lighting of the Christmas Tree downtown at Miller’s Department Store.

We would park across the street and go through the underground tunnel to the store.

The basement was transformed into Santa’s Land and it was simply magical.

The tree lighting was spectacular as well.

Local school choirs would line the steps in front of the huge windows and sing Christmas carols.

My favorite aunt would always buy me a flannel gown. I would wear it until it was completely worn out the next year. I felt so fancy in the lace and bows!

Every December I would wait for our newspaper. It only came twice a week because the town was so small, not much went on.

However, the huge announcement would come on the front page every year.

The time and date that our local radio station would be playing Alvin and The Chipmunks Christmas Song.

Aaaaalllllvvviiinnnnnnn!!! Would kick off Christmas for me every year.

I had my share of Barbie’s and baby dolls. But my favorite gift was something I asked Santa for one year.

We were going to visit relatives out of town for Christmas and I was terribly worried all month that Santa wouldn’t find me.

I had asked for a ‘Snoopy Dog Sitting Down’ much like this one.

My mother insisted that we would celebrate Christmas once we returned home from our visit.

I had gifts from our family where we were staying but I remember crying myself to sleep Christmas Eve night

The next morning my brother woke me up and took me to my aunts Christmas tree.

There sat my Snoopy Dog sitting down.

My brother passed away when I was seven.

It wasn’t until many years later I learned that he used his own money to by my Snoopy and hid it in his luggage. My mother had no idea he was doing it.

As I grew up and had kids of my own I continued to make memories for them as well as myself.

My father was a Sheriffs Deputy and always worked Christmas Eve .

He would have the dispatchers call him over his radio when I was little with reports of a red blinking light in the sky and people reporting someone on their rooftops.

I would rush to bed since Santa was in my town at that moment!!

When I had kids of my own he would come over when his shift was over and wait until my kids woke up so he could see what Santa brought them.

My family has never had a proper Christmas Dinner. We have a ton of appetizers and graze on them all day.

24 Hours of A Christmas Story plays in the background and we randomly blurt out lines from the movie and laugh like it’s the first time we’ve seen it.

Christmas is a precious time for me. Family is everything.

The best gift of all is Memories.

I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s