As a child, Christmas for me was a wondrous time. The tree, the lights, the presents, the smell of cookies baking, fudge cooking on the stove, the fire in the fireplace on Christmas morning, the music, the cards from friends hanging on the back of the front door etc. Back in those days Christmas wasn't seen or heard till the day after Thanksgiving. Then mom and I would catch the bus to Detroit and go to the J.L. Hudson Co., to see the store all decked out for Christmas. It was magical walking in that door with trees and lights everywhere. There were also the drives into Grosse Pointe where the "rich people" like Henry Ford lived, to see the beautiful decorations on the houses. There were no "gated communities" then. I remember waking up on Christmas morning to the smell of warmth from a freshly started fire in our fireplace, brightly wrapped present under the tree and my milk and cookies I left out for Santa, gone. Course later as I got older, I found out about those presents under the tree and where those cookies and milk disappeared to
Mom always made Christmas special. She baked plates full of cookies, made fudge, decorated our tree, till I was old enough to help, dad put it up and vamoosed as decorating wasn't his thing
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But he did put up lights on the outside of our house. After presents were open on Christmas morning, it was get "dressed up", off to mass and then make the rounds of family and friends to see what everybody got for Christmas. Later as I got older, our Christmas Eves were spent with my aunts, uncles and cousins at one of their houses or ours, depending on who's turn it was to host Christmas Eve. We had a big dinner and my cousins and I each got one of our presents to open that night. We usually went to Midnight Mass, the spent Christmas day making the usual rounds. Then over time cousins grew up, friends passed away and eventually we started spending the holidays up here at our "cottage" which later was remodeled into our permanent home. And my one aunt and uncle moved up as well, next door to us, so we kept our Christmas traditions going here as well. Plus visiting with the neighbors, exchanging cookies etc. We also made trips to FL as my grandmother had moved down there. That too was special for a few years as we always were given a weeks stay at a beachfront hotel in Ft. Lauderdale by a company my dad delivered stuff to from the tool and die shop he worked for. One special Christmas I remember was the year we drove down to Key West and back. It was getting on to late afternoon and we were looking for a motel for the night. Found one that had one room available for that night, which happened to be Christmas Eve. Like Joseph and Mary looking for a room at the Inn. Back in those days, FL wasn't like it is today with motels every mile up the road it seems. We had a small artificial tree with us, so we set it up, had our Christmas and then later walked the beach in the moonlight listening to carols piped over the speakers at the motel. It was a magical time.
But as much as mom did to make Christmas special for dad and I, I don't know how she managed to do it, the year my grandmother, her mom passed away. She had leukemia and they had moved in with us so mom could care for her as people did in those days before cancer treatments and hospice. She was in the hospital over Christmas and it had to be hard on mom trying to do Christmas while her own mom was dying. She said that the song "O Holy Night" always reminded her of that Christmas Eve as it was being sung by carolers in the hall at the hospital and it was the last Christmas song my grandmother ever heard. She died on New Years Day. I was only 5, so that time was still fuzzy for me yet. But after mom passed away, Christmas just didn't feel the same. Oh, I went through the motions of putting up the tree, making cookies (dad had a sweet tooth
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) and making us a nice big turkey dinner with all the trimmings. I still exchanged cookies with the neighbors, but gradually they started passing on too as did my dad.
Now I have the memories of those years which come flooding back every year at this time. But I love the music of the season, and I enjoy watching the Hallmark movies, so not so and others yes. I quit decorating just for me, but am still baking those annual Spritz cookies. Thought not as many. I shed a tear too once in awhile thinking back oer time. But we kids of the "greatest generation" grew up at a different Christmas time when life was slower. Everything closed down on Christmas and people came home for the holidays. Kids seemed to stay near to "home" rather than scatter to the 4 winds like today. We were there before "Black Friday" and it's madhouse shopping frenzies, before shopping online with the click of a button. when people mailed Christmas cards to wish us Merry Christmas, instead of Social Media and Politically Correctness of "Happy Holidays" . When we enjoyed the music of the season and didn't pick on certain songs cause of their "sexual" theme which seems to be going on of late. When we go, those Christmases past that we had will go with us and not return in this fast paced world.
So cherish you memories, shed a tear once in awhile and remember. Like Anne said, we can't "go home again" but it will always be in our dreams.