I remember the anticipation of Christmas as a child. Lying in bed awake wondering what the morning would hold for me. When I was a child I had a little Christmas tree in my room. It had a little village that surrounded it with tiny buildings that lit up and small deer and trees amongst them. It was nestled on a bed of cotton made to look like snow. I used to get up at night and dance around that little tree, how I loved it and the pretty light that would emanate from it and the little village below. The ornaments on it were older, and some of them were made of felt. They were designed to look like all sorts of pretty Christmas things, and they were filled with cotton on the inside so that they were puffy, I loved those ornaments.
I also had a little advent calendar that I still love to this day, even though it is falling apart. It is not one that had chocolates inside or pretty candies. It was one with a little paper clock that turned and instead of candies inside the days, there were the most beautiful holiday pictures. I have yet to this day to find another one that I like so much.
I remember making cookies on Christmas Eve. We would make Magic Cookie Bars, Candy Cane cookies and so many other goodies. It was so much fun to be able to enjoy baking the cookies and creating such fun things as a family.
Christmas morning, there was always something in the downstairs chair waiting for me from Santa. A few of those years, I even got brave enough to try to sneak downstairs to peek and see what he left me. I got very creative on those occasions. The room I would sleep in at my grandparents house had little shutter-type doors that closed it in. I would sneak under the doors to make sure that nobody heard me. When my family got wise to what I was doing, I was relocated the next year to the next floor up so that I would have to go down two flights of stairs. There was no door to sneak under on that floor, so I would go in the bathroom early before anyone was up and turn on the water so that if anyone noticed I wasn’t in bed, they would think I was taking a bath. I made it all the way downstairs one year and didn’t dare turn on the light, so I fumbled around in the dark a little. I felt something furry and large, which freaked me out and I high-tailed it up the stairs. The monster in question turned out to be a large stuffed dog.
It is fun to think back to the memories of childhood. Christmas is different now with all of the busy events of the season. I still love the holidays though. I love the snow and the Christmas lights that adorn peoples homes. I love it when people are a little nicer to one another and a little more polite because of the season. I still love the old holiday movie classics that everyone seems to know, Rudolph, Frosty, and Santa Claus is Coming to Town. I enjoy baking goodies for the people I love and I love spending time with my family and close friends.
Christmas is not about presents. It is about spending time with those near and dear. It is about trying to slow down, even if only for a moment, to enjoy all of the wonderful things that surround us.