Thanksgiving Day is only
two weeks away. It’s the official
beginning of the holiday season. The time when we
start seeing decorations in the department stores and hearing Christmas carols; the time when people start rushing around and talking about getting their shopping
done. I especially love the Christmas
music! Last year, I remarked over and over again that it’s only the music and the
decorations that get me through the hassle of the season.
When we’re young and our parents are responsible for all the
shopping, baking, and decorating, it’s easy to love this time of year, but as
we get older, everything becomes more difficult. Some grandparents, finding it too
exhausting to get out and shop, start giving money in cute little gift cards
instead. The tree that once stood tall enough to touch the ceiling in your
grandparents’ living room has, in many cases, become only a treasured memory,
and a small table tree is now the reality.
Grandma still finds time to bake cookies though! That’s always one of the nicest treats about
Christmas Eve. Kids can usually eat as many cookies as they want without
mothers scolding them – unless they’re really going overboard, of course.
As I think back to years past – way back to my childhood – I
remember nothing but happy times. I can’t recall even one time that my mother was
too tired to fix a wonderful Thanksgiving meal. And I have not one shred of memory of anything but happy times throughout the holiday season! Nothing but wonderful memories!
Fast forward to the years when our children were small. We
did it all, too: the Thanksgiving dinner, the Christmas shopping, decorating,
and baking. And we did it with a smile. I like to think our children have the
same happy memories of the holidays that I do.
It’s odd, I think – now that we’re in the autumn of our
years, we do less and yet, it seems so much more difficult than it used to be. Perhaps it’s supposed to be that way. We had
our years of doing for everyone else and now it’s our turn to sit back and enjoy it
without having to do all the work.
2 comments:
I know what youre saying peg. The older you get, the less fun it is. Wouldn't it be nice to stay a child forever?
my best memories are of Christmas at my grandma's house.
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