Sunday, December 25, 2011

Memories of Christmas Past


Nobody enjoyed Christmas more than my grandmother, Gaga. She was like a kid . . . chomping at the bit to open presents and watch her family open presents. For years she had a big Christmas party at her house on Long Island Sound . . . complete with a motorized Santa who stood off to the side of the entryway, rotating from side to side and wishing everyone a “ho ho ho.”

We spent a lot of Christmas celebrations in Vermont, crowded around the tree in the living room and later over in the playroom. Friends, family and nary a worry in the world. My parents filled the house with decorations, presents, a fresh tree, the smells of cooking and cookies. My musical aunts often used to give me records for Christmas, hiding them in larger boxes so I wouldn’t detect the gifts until that morning. My sister and I used to enjoy sneaking over and shaking boxes and playing “Christmas detective.” Mom and Dad making each Christmas special for all of us.

A trip up the mountain the Chapel of the Snows to sing hymns and Christmas carols and wonder if someone holding a candle would set a fur-wearing worshiper on fire. In a packed chapel filled with fur and parka-clad people, it’s a wonder nobody got burned.

Yearly Christmas and New Year’s parties with friends up there are recorded on yellowing photos . . . did we really wear those colorful pants, shirts and sweaters? Unfortunately, the photo evidence still exists.

And speaking of photos, among the wonderful presents I’ve received over the years, one of the best was a photo album Gaga put together for each of her family members. I still have mine on the shelf in my office. Filled with photos of friends and family, each photo a flashback to an earlier, simpler time . . . when the most important thing we talked about was the skiing. 

A simple gift . . . and a chance to reflect on our lives, our youth and those who have been important in to us through the years. A simple gift from a time when Christmas decorations didn’t go up until after Thanksgiving and we didn’t hear Christmas music in store until the snow started flying. A simple gift from a time when maybe we didn’t know it all or see it all, but a gift that reminds us now that nothing is more important than family and friends.

God bless you all . . . and Merry Christmas.
                     

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