I've been thinking about some favorite holiday traditions and such, and thought I'd post some of them here. There have been some slight snow flurries on and off today, and I took out a couple more decorations, so I guess the spirit has decided to move me... perhaps push me is more like it! I haven't even begun to start getting ready, probably due to this illness that has lingered so long. I am finally starting to feel better...
There are countless other thoughts and events relating to Christmas that I will share as December rolls on ~ can't begin to fit all those thoughts into one entry. Wouldn't want to anyway... the spirit should be felt all year!
SO, without further adu... "These are a few of my favorite things....."
1. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
2. Merry Christmas
3. Carol of the Bells (George Winston's version in particular)
2. Holiday in Your Heart
3. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (will never let go of this one!)
1. Decorating our home and tree while listening to Christmas music. We light candles until it's finished and plug in the lights only after all is said and done and the angel rests atop the tree. I love to see all the tree ornaments from years past (some from my own childhood) and feel all the memories each special one brings.
2. Christmas Eve at Mom and Dad's... All the special "Christmas only" hors' derves and the warm and happy atmosphere that my mom always creates no matter what is going on in our lives. We have had oyster stew for dinner every Christmas Eve since I was a little girl. Growing up, I was (and still am ;o) ) always allowed to open one gift from under the tree, a tradition I have happily passed on to my own girls (one they are particularly fond of as well!). Mailee and Amanda also pull the wishbone from our Thanksgiving turkey.
3. Going to see the "Festival of Lights" display at La Salette.
Favorite Holiday memories:
1. The one Christmas Eve night that we spent at my Nana's and Grandpa's house when I was a little girl. I went to bed and awoke in the night to see Santa brush by the bedroom window... I'm not kidding. I have shared this story with almost everyone who knows me. I will never forget it. Don't even THINK of telling me it was a dream! ::smiling::
2. When, as a little girl, I plodded down the stairs Christmas morning to find that Santa had left me a stuffed Winnie the Pooh Bear, unwrapped, sitting atop the many presents and eagerly awaiting my cries and warmest hugs. I slept with him for, oh, forever... He is sitting in my daughter's bedroom ~ a bit worn you could say ~ but still just as loved.
3. My Mom, sitting quietly on my bed, reassuring me with all that she had, that Santa Claus was real, and that she would listen for the sleigh bells on Christmas Eve until she was no longer able. Thanks Mom.
Wishing you many happy holiday memories and new ones yet to come.