My favorite Christmas memories are all of my children when they were small. I remember how excited they used to get, and their excitement was contagious. Everything is better when seen through the eyes of a chid.
When the children were small, I made a little calendar page and stuck it on the refrigerator door to count down the days until Christmas. Each day someone would stick a Christmas magnet on a new day, or remove one– I can’t remember which way we did it now. The children loved those little magnets.
The arrival of the Sears and Penney’s Christmas catalogs was greatly anticipated at our house–three anxious children were dying to get their hands on them! By Christmas, the pages were tattered and worn from endless use. I always ordered the children’s presents early. and just left them in the large box that they were shipped in. The children never did figure out where their gifts were because I am a person who stores lots of stuff in boxes, and they thought it was just another box of my stuff.
We always took our children riding around to look at Christmas lights one night before Christmas. For several years our town had a little musical production that we took our children to each year. The show was held outside and the shows featured local talent, elaborate sets, and great costumes. If you weren’t in the holiday spirit when you got to the show, you would be when you left!
Cookies or home-made candy were always left for Santa on Christmas Eve. We weren’t much good at baking cookies, but we did make candy! I don’t think Santa minded. The children were tucked in bed and told that they absolutely could not get out of bed until after daylight! Most of the time they followed directions.
I remember one Christmas Eve when Brandy was still small, she came walking out while my husband was busy putting together toys in the living room. She was still half asleep and luckily didn’t notice what was going on before I shuffled her back to bed.
One Christmas after the children were getting older, we’d given them the usual warning about not getting out of bed until after daylight, or they might frighten Santa away. They went to bed and Ed and I spent several hours getting everything ready. It always took me a while to fix everything just the way I wanted it.
One of the children’s gifts that year was a talking robot called My Pal 2. If you moved My Pal 2, he would start blinking his lights and talking to you. Ed and I had just settled down in bed when suddenly we heard My Pal 2 start talking. Then we heard some scuffling of little feet getting out of the living room in a hurry! The children just knew that they were going to be in big trouble when that robot started talking–and they couldn’t figure out how to stop him from talking! The next day we all had a big laugh about the robot that “ratted” on the children who sneaked out of bed.
I enjoy sharing my thoughts and memories of the past, but I am going to take a break from blogging for the next few days so I can get ready for Christmas. When I return to blogging after Christmas, I will have a whole new batch of stories to share with you. Until then, I wish every one of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Kathy