Ghosts of Christmas Past

Ghosts of Christmas Past

It’s just after noon on Christmas Eve and so far I’ve sent a newsletter out, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned a bathroom, snaked the shower drain, and begun preparations for tonight’s fondue dinner with the kids. Christmas has changed so much since my children were replaced with mature teenagers. It’s easier, but lonelier.

My childhood Christmases were spent at my grandparents. They’re both long gone, but I clearly remember traveling through some very scary weather to get their house. Although I loved being surrounded by family, I decided I didn’t want to put my kids or myself through the stress and strain of long distance drives and holiday traffic. As a result, our Christmases have been much more laid back. With only us in the USA, we didn’t have all the gift shopping or the flurry of social activities, and I loved it. I loved it right up until the quiet moments that bring back memories of helping my grandmother find gifts she’d squirreled away while she prepared to make us snow taffy, or chatting with my grandfather about his latest crossword puzzle. Then I hear my Aunt and Uncles throwing teasing barbs at one another – as only siblings can do – followed by hearty laughing. I wish my children had known those Christmases as well. Perhaps, as they begin to have families of their own, I can show them by being as good a grandparent as mine were… not that I’m in a rush!

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays! I hope your Day is exactly what you want it to be… whether chaotic or quiet. Either way, may it be filled with love, peace and gratitude.

The following video is Frosty the Snowman from my son’s recent concert performance.

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