|Our Christmas Tree 2010|
As a child, Christmas meant platefuls of cookies and candies, beautiful, sparkling lights and decorations, feasts fit for a king, getting together with the family, and of course, mountains of presents. My sister and I were both pretty good as far as kids go, and we were heavily rewarded for our outstanding behaviour, not only by Santa, but by the rest of the family as well. In the final weeks leading up to Christmas, we would watch eagerly as more and more beautifully wrapped presents would find their way under the tree. My sister and I would dig through them every so often, rejoicing every time we found one with our names on it, and counting how many we each had. This of course meant that our mom would have to make sure that we each had an equal number of presents, or else there would be some taunting and pouting going on between us kids...something along the lines of one of us being loved more, or being the 'favorite child.' My poor parents.
Christmas Eve meant laying in my bed trying desperately to fall asleep, fully knowing that the sooner I could fall asleep, the sooner it would be Christmas morning. Despite my best efforts, I usually laid awake for hours, perking up every time I thought I heard the sound of hoofs on the rooftop. Now, I've never been a morning person, even as a child, with the exception of Christmas morning. As soon as my eyes fluttered open, I was up and out of bed, peeking to see if Santa had come. Next stop was my parents bedroom to wake them, which usually resulted in them telling me that I needed to go back to bed, and that I could come wake them up when the little hand pointed at the 7. That was torture unlike any other 'time-out.' Could time move ANY slower??
Christmas morning meant that we could open our presents that Santa left us, then we tore ourselves away from playing with them long enough to eat some breakfast and get dressed. Just after lunch, my Grandparents, Aunt and Uncle and my two cousins would show up, and then the real fun began. That's when we all exchanged presents and the kids went crazy ripping open gift after gift, screaming in excitement at every toy and feigning appreciation for the sweaters and mittens. The rest of the day was spent playing with shiny, new toys and ended with the feast of all feasts followed by pies, candies and cookies.
These days Christmas is looked forward to for different reasons. Don't get me wrong, I still love the cookies and candies, the always delicious prime rib dinner, all the gorgeous decorations and of course the presents...but it's really the time with my family that I cherish most.
My mom has always made a big event out of Christmas, with decorations aplenty. I love coming home to sit in the family room and just enjoy the beauty of her tree. Every inch of the house gets 'made-over' in the Christmas spirit and it warms my soul.
|My Mom's Tree 2010|
|Our Christmas Lights|
|A Creative Approach to Christmas Lights|
in a neighboring community.
|"Thanks for the delicious bow Auntie|
Summer and Uncle Jason!"
|My adorable nephew and his new pillow pet!|
|My sister, her husband and my nephew |
with his pile of presents