This prompt is quite timely, as my Christmas card theme this year is “Remember When”. I wrote this poem as the verse on the card:
Cherished memories come to mind,
every year at Christmas time
As the year draws to an end,
they invite me to ‘remember when’
Remember when Christmas
was covered with snow,
the flakes would fly
and the cold wind blow?
Remember when we trimmed the tree?
Dad hung the tinsel
as straight as could be
Remember when it didn’t snow,
and we feared Santa wouldn’t show?
Remember when family and friends
for conversation and pumpkin pie?
Remember when we’d go a caroling,
into the frosty night
with hearts full of cheer and spirits bright?
Hold moments like these close in your heart
and when you want to revisit them
sit back and simply ‘remember when’
Christmas is by far my favorite holiday. I love everything about it from the decorations to trimming the tree, finding the perfect gift for someone special, wrapping and hiding presents and baking cookies, and watching our favorite Christmas movies on TV. We used to attend midnight mass, where candles would fill the church with light, but these days it is too hard to stay up that late, especially after attending my sister’s annual Christmas Eve celebration of food, fun and presents. So we go to an earlier mass. I love the joyful sound of Christmas carols filling the church, and listening to the children play carols with the bells. Then we drive home through a city aglow with luminaries lining driveways and roads. At home, mom and I get cozy and I usually buy her a special gift – new pajama, a robe or slippers. This year having been so tough on her, I bought us each a pair of elf slippers, for a little laugh. I will be sure to post some pictures on Christmas Eve. Before bed, Mom and I watch “White Christmas”.
Christmas memories are the best memories. I remember decorating the outside of the house with the snowflakes flying, buying our tree on the coldest night of the year, making our own decorations, wrapping and hiding presents, teasing each other with hints of what may lie beneath the colorful paper. One of our family traditions was to draw a name and buy a small gift to exchange on Christmas Eve. I don’t know why this memory has stuck in my mind, but I remember my dad giving me a novel – a madcap mystery with the Monkees as the main characters, and I see myself sitting by the tree reading my book. An earlier memory is that of receiving a Shirley Temple Treasury – seems most of my favorite memories involve books. I still have that book, 53 Christmases later.
It has long been a tradition in our family to exchange handmade gifts. These have ranged, over the years, from Mom’s beautiful cross stitch on pictures, pin cushions, bookmarks, pillows and ornaments, to my nature photography, paintings, poetry and jewelry. My sister has provided many of our treasured decorations – painted lamps, needlepoint Santa candles, angels, and painted bottles, plates, and mugs. My brother is a genius at making things from found objects like driftwood, railroad spikes, odds and ends he turns into art and treasured memories. My favorite is a carved walking stick. His family, my sister-in law, Elise, and children Sammy and Isaac have added ornaments for our tree. Last year Elise made very clever scarves made from yarn. My niece, Jeanette, also an artist, paints on found objects like a bird’s feather or a seashell. All of these add to the special holiday that is Christmas, because of the thought and time given in their creation.
The promise of Christmas is a message of peace and love, the hope that one day we will achieve them, the joy we find in family and friends, This is what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.