Christmas Memories

Apologies for my absence.  I promised in the beginning there would be no assurances as to timeliness or continuity with posting. 

There are few things in life that take me back as much as the holidays. 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a die-hard, materialistic, I-decorate-my-house-on-Thanksgiving-evening-for-Christmas type, but as I mature (i.e., age) I find that the Christmas season becomes more meaningful to me. 

Case in point:

Wesley and I drove through the “Isle of Lights”, a traditional drive-through Christmas light display that I’ve loved since I was a kid.  As we approached the part where the reindeer arc and jump over the vehicle….. I must admit, I got giddy.  Or stupid crazy with the giggles according to Wes.  I have also have to admit, it was not the first time ever that Wesley has been driving the vehicle and simultaneously looking for a cliff to drive off. 

We received a department store’s annual Christmas flyer, complete with a huge perfume advertising section.  I jumped upon that section like a banshee when he flipped through it.  I tore out the pages, delicately flipped open the tiny flaps and inhaled their fragrant aroma.  Following this strange behavior I ran to our bedroom and stuffed the smell-goods into my drawer of “delicates”.  Apparently not everyone, especially my husband, liked to have very nice smelling undies as a kid.  Who knew?

 I saw an advertisement this morning on the television for a “Trans Siberian Orchestra” concert.  I used to think I hated that CD that my mom played incessantly while she decorated the house every year, but now there are few things that put me more in the mood for the season than the powerful, blaring, in-your-face sounds of the season than this. 

I also used to dread growing up.  Every year when we gathered for Christmas I used to think that this might possibly be the last time that I would ever have fun with my family ever again.  These days, I find that I enjoy the holiday season more than I ever thought possible…. Even if Santa doesn’t… always visit our house (for little eyes). 

Here’s hoping that this holiday-bug is addicting.  Not the materialistic-buy-everything-in-sight bug, but the make-you-feel-like-a-kid-again bug.  Merry Christmas everyone!