Christmas Memories

Many bloggers have posted some of their favorite Christmas memories.

Here's some of mine. Sorry, there are no photos because I've just been too busy to find the ones that go along with them.

1. In 1972 one of the local photo shops started taking photos of children with Santa very early - like November 19, which happened to be Son's 2nd birthday. Taking advantage of getting a birthday and Christmas photo at the same time, I put Son in his overalls and a t-shirt (it was warm that year) and off we went. While sitting on Santa's lap, Son had a bit of an accident. The photo is great - there's just this dark blue spot on his overalls.

2. The year Son was in kindergarten and we went to see Santa at one of the shopping centers. Santa asked Son how old he was and if he was in school. Son replied he was in kindergarten and Santa asked what his teacher's name was. When Son told him, Santa said, "Well, you go to Wilson Elementary" and then started talking to Son about the principal of the school among other things. You'd think that would pretty much make a believer out of Son but when we left, as we were walking across the parking lot Son asked me who Santa was. I asked him who he thought Santa was and he paused before saying, "I think he's my dad." I couldn't lie to him and told him he was right but not to say anything to any other children. He thought about that for awhile before saying, "I really like dressing up for Halloween. Let's not tell Dad I know so he can still dress up like Santa at Christmas."

3. The year Daughter was 3 1/2 she was Mary in our church pre-school's program. The shepherds, Mary and Joseph walked down the center aisle to the front of the church. The Wise Men came in from the side and up one level from the manger. Well, our miss Mary decided that one of the Wise Men wasn't doing something right as they were coming in so she hiked up her robes and climbed up to the level the Wise Men were on and proceeded to tell the Wise Man what he was doing wrong. My cheeks could have rivaled Rudolph's nose in color. Years later I can laugh about it.

4. The year G3 walked into the house upon arriving and told me that his dad said my plastic snowmen were "cheesy." One thing led to another with Son saying that they were as bad as "those awful pink flamingos people put in their yard." Now if you've been reading my blog very long you know we have a thing about flamingos here and that's how it all started.

5. Last year's big Christmas snow. That's one I won't soon forget.

#1 through #4 are amusing Christmas memories. #5 - not so much.

Next year and in the years to come I'll remember that this year was the year I was introduced to the following song. It says a lot and has become one of my favorite Christmas songs. If you haven't heard it, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. You can read more about the song and how it came to be at here.