With all the talk of the making of memories I thought that I would think back on my fond childhood memories of the holidays and sit back and relish in their goodness:
- digging through all the ornaments to find the one that I made in kindergarten, red with silver glitter spelling my name...I still look for this ornament on my Moms tree every year and it is still my favorite.
- the hands down most awesome Christmas cd ever made, I think my Mom bought it from Avon. It had the perfect mix of Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole but had the BEST version of Feliz Navidad EVER.
- decorating the tree while the above cd played.
- setting up my the nativity. My Mom had an awesome nativity scene. I'm not sure where she got it but for me there was none better. I always remember thinking that I wish we had one of the Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus scenes in our front yard made of the thick plastic, then I would get ours out and set it up in the front bay window and I would forget all about that outside version.
- making fudge. Do I even need to say more? I loved being in the kitchen with my Mom. I loved the finished product. I LOVED eating the finished product.
- I had my own little 4 foot tree. I thought this thing was gorgeous but in reality I'm sure it looked more like a Charlie Brown Christmas tree than the Homes and Garden version I thought it was. I had all these cute little Mickey Mouse and Looney Tunes ornaments for it. And a tin foil star with blinking lights. That same tin foil star is at the top of my grown up tree in my grown up house this year.
- my Dad hated the Christmas tree stand. Like a deep down hate. I think we got all the new fangled versions every year that promised to make it easier to get those fresh cut trees to stand straight but they never worked and my Dads hate of the Christmas tree stand continued. It's no wonder they opted for fake once I moved out. And it's also no wonder my husband let a sigh of relief when I succumbed to the fake tree at our house too. What is it with men and a Christmas tree stand?
_ singing a Christmas solo in the daycare production of the Christmas story. My mom was so proud she cried. I'll always remember that.
And others that are too many to list. These are just a few of my favorite and I know my girls will have a few of their favorites too...From the good of finding their most favorite ornament to the funny of Momma always having to clean up a broken one;)
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