The house is filled with the aroma of sugar cookies,
evergreen and pumpkin pie. There is Scotch tape on the table and wrapping paper
pieces fallen to the floor. In the living room, there’s a tree with lights
blinking to the beat of a song as they reflect off the ornaments that have been
hung. Stockings hang from the mantel like shelf waiting to be filled with small
gifts and fruit. Soon there will be carefully wrapped presents placed gingerly
under the tree only to be ripped open not so carefully nor so gingerly
Christmas morning. As the day continues on into night, and with full stomachs
from the Christmas feast, families will shuffle off to bed, knowing they have
lovingly and stressfully placed another holiday in the books. Better yet, they
have created yet another Christmas memory.
Each year, with great anticipation, I looked forward
to Christmas Eve and the family Christmas party. Through the years Mom and Dad
made sure my brother and I received a great Christmas. Although we were far
from rich and Dad was often laid off in the winter, they still managed to get
us a bike or record player. One year they even got us an Atari complete with
Pong and Donkey Kong. I even recall receiving Star Trek Walkie Talkies one
year. I know we received several gift each year but I only remember a few.
However, what I do remember are the family parties.
Each year it was held at my Aunt’s house and was
always chalk full of food. It was good food to. My aunts cooked, my grandmother
cooked and my mom cooked. They were all wonderful cooks and none of us ever
stopped with just one plate, nor, in some cases, did we stop with two. The desserts
were out of this world. Cakes, pies, fudge, and cookies spread across the table
with tiny hands being smacked as they reached for them before the regular food.
If you ever left hungry it was because, well, I don’t know anyone that ever did
cause we were always stuffed by the end of the night.
The biggest excitement, at least for me, was when
all the cousins arrived. We all have our roots right there in Boyd County,
Kentucky but as often happens, people move. As was the case for a few who had
moved to Michigan, Ohio and Texas but this time of year it was rare if any of
the prodigals didn’t return. When everyone arrived, the laughter reached epic proportions.
The older cousins would slip away to do what they did, the younger ones would play
throughout the house while those of us in-between bounced back and forth. There
was so much fun and happiness there as our Grandparents looked upon us smiling
but knowing it wouldn’t last forever.
Sadly, in a way they were right. Mamaw
and Papaw are gone as are some of my aunts, uncles, cousins and my Mom. It’s
not the same now but it isn’t gone forever. I still remember those times. I
remember the drawing of names and the family gift exchanges. Most of all I
remember the love and laughter filling my Aunt’s home. So, I guess, in a way,
it will last forever because I still have my Christmas Memories. This year make
some of your own.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.