Thursday’s Thoughts: Your Most Memorable Holiday
Posted December 12, 2008on:
It’s the Memories We Take With Us…
It’s the memories that we take with us when we leave this earth…
the memories of love, joy, elation….
and, sadness, loss, grief…
But, it’s living life and experiencing them with our friends and family that makes these memories, these legacies we leave behind… our etch, our footprint on the earth’s history.
I think back… what is my MOST FAVORITE holiday memory?
Well, I had some good ones when I was a little girl.
And, I had some great ones as an adult.
It’s hard to decide on just one Christmas memory that would be my “all-time favorite.” So, I’ll give you one from my childhood and one from my adult life.
Childhood Christmas Memory
I was very fond of my maternal grandmother, Doris. I think, as an adult, that I get all of my creativity from her. She could do anything artistic, especially write. She loved performance art, as I do. I remember her writing plays and such for her grandkids to perform for their parents (her daughters). Christmas was her favorite favorite holiday and she loved Christmas music. The year that she passed, we grieved for her at our Christmas Eve celebration. I had a photocopy of the holiday music songbook from school that we were practicing in choir. I rounded up the kids, upstairs in our room and talked with them about learning and singing one of the songs for our parents. I told them that grandma would appreciate it if we did it, even though she wasn’t there. We decided on Silent Night.
We went downstairs to the living room and rounded up the parents on the couches not far from the Christmas Tree. Even though not all the kids were “on-board” with wanting to sing in front of the guests… me being “drama queen… made for stage girl” starting singing right aloud. Before I knew it, we were all chiming in. Towards the end of the song, one of the precious angel ornaments that Doris gave to either my sister or I (I don’t know whose it was because we had the same ones), literally floated from the tree branch to the ground. Although it was delicate, it did not break. I noticed it’s fall, as did my mother and her sister. But, the fall didn’t seem normal… and, nobody was close enough to the tree to brush the tree to cause the fall. In fact, since Doris had bought a series of these angels for my sister and I before she died (so that we’d have an angel a year for years to come), my mother was adamant about placing the angel ornaments back far in the branches so they could not fall off and break.
For the family members that find spirits to be a figment of the imagination, they dismissed it and still do to this day. But, I believe that for my mom and I, especially, we know what happened and we hold it as a beautiful memory in our hearts. We know that Doris was there as we sang Silent Night… and we knew that she wanted us to know that she was there and that she loved her grandchildren singing. There was nothing more perfect to let us know that it was her than the angel. Every Christmas, even as an adult, I still feel her. I wish that she was still in my life, but she’ll always be in my heart… and, in my writing.
Adulthood Christmas Memory
I was in love with a really fantastic man. He was my everything… and, in the train wreck that is otherwise referred to as my life, I lost him and our relationship. But, I’m FINALLY starting to heal and realize that our paths just weren’t meant to be joined forever… and, the tears have stopped (that’s good!). In any event, my best Christmas as an adult was the first one that I spent with him. Having him “play Santa” with me was incredible. The twins having a “father-figure” in the house was amazing. I remember him not being used to Christmas morning and having to be bribed out of bed with coffee. In our jammies, with coffee in hand and a Christmas Eve hangover (i.e. too much food, wine and fun)… we curled up together on the couch and watched the twins TEAR THROUGH the presents like they were NOTHING! Massive flurries of wrapping paper flying about and two little girls asking him to please “can you get this one out of the box for me?” or “can you put the batteries in this one?” He was so patient and kind. We escaped to Mexico shortly after Christmas… and fell in love (the twins were at their dad’s).
For years thereafter, he helped with teaching sports and bike riding.. played games and fussed with electronics. As I have been single most of my “mommy-hood,” and alone with the girls on nearly every Christmas Morning, it meant the world to have the love of my life beside me… curled up with coffee, warm socks, bathrobes, Christmas music on, fireplace going… twins filled with joy. I appreciate those memories and will always hold them near and dear to my heart.
Ok, Thursday’s Thoughts and A Novel Menagerie Readers…
NOW IT’S YOUR TURN!
What is your most favorite holiday memory?
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