Christmas
Memories
'Tis the season to decorate
and shop. 'Tis the season to seek peace, love, joy, and hope.
And ‘tis the season
to remember.
I google a lot. I ask questions like “How do I know when a
boiled egg is done?” or “How do I change the battery in my electric toothbrush?”
So, today I googled “Why are
Christmas memories so special?” and was pleased to get a bulleted list, which
you will see below.
(Feel free to share your own memories in the comments.)
Christmas is a time for bringing family and
friends together, and these shared experiences create powerful, lasting
memories.
Even after they had started their own
families, my dad’s siblings and their offspring gathered every year at Christmas.
For over 70 years and across five generations, the Vidals celebrated together
with gifts, food, games, and laughter. But
the challenges of age, distance, and commitments eventually won. I miss those
parties.
A combination of special activities, like baking cookies, decorating the
tree, or singing carols, creates a unique and consistent experience year after
year.
One Christmas Eve, I was awakened at midnight by the sound of my young children singing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus. Their tradition is now part of our family's Christmas gathering each year.
The emphasis on giving and
receiving gifts, as well as acts of service, creates a sense of joy and
gratitude that can be deeply memorable.
One year, my three teenage children decided
not to exchange gifts but, instead, make charitable donations. On Christmas Eve,
they shared their giving stories.
Memories are often tied to the
senses, and Christmas is rich with them—the smell of special foods, the sound
of Christmas music, and the sights of decorations all contribute to its magical
quality.
Aunt Cathy's wassail smells like Christmas. I got the recipe from her and I make it every year.
Memories often center on childhood, and the nostalgic feeling of
warmth and coziness associated with them makes them particularly special.
My office at the United
Methodist Center was a couple of blocks from St. Paul’s UMC. Every December,
Santa spent a morning with the children at the church’s day care, then walked to
our office, where he distributed candy and led us in singing Christmas
favorites. I always got excited when I heard his jingle bells enter the
building. The year he retired, he gave me a framed picture of himself with a
card that read, “Nancy, I loved doing this for you as much as for the little
children, Love, Santa.”
NOTE:
If I worked for Google, I would have added a couple of extra categories. For example:
- Catastrophes - burned meals, lack of wrapping paper, and gifts purchased, hidden, and forgotten.
- Special Christmas Trees - a tree in a playpen to protect it from a baby NOT in a playpen, ornaments too ugly to display but too sentimental to throw away.
But back to the Google list for a final reminder.
As people get older, the focus
shifts from receiving gifts to the joy of creating new memories with their own
children and grandchildren.
I hope you are as excited as I am about adding new memories this year.
I am so honored to be included in Hinshaw tradition / Merry Christmas ππ π₯°
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