As my mother has downsized I have been so grateful to be the recipient of some of the vintage Christmas decorations and ornaments from my youth in the 60’s. I have such fond memories of Christmas thanks to my mother who loves Christmas too. Christmas music going on 24/7. Singing Christmas carols on the long car rides to grandparent’s houses. Christmas programs in church (where my mother was also my Sunday school teacher). We could always expect a bag at the end of the program with peanuts, fruit and popcorn. Some of my fondest memories were of decorating the tree with my mom. Hanging the old ornaments, some of which grace my tree.
We really didn’t have a lot when we were young, but we had everything we needed. And we appreciated the gifts we received. In fact some of my favorite memories were opening our stockings on Christmas morning and finding a tangerine. My brothers always challenged us to see who could peel it fastest and in one piece. Since I was youngest I don’t remember ever winning but it didn’t really matter. It was done in fun. The best Christmas present I remember was when Santa left a bright red, plastic toboggan. Only one for all three of us to share. It was amazing! Especially after hearing about the lady who buys 85 gifts for each kid. I can’t even imagine that. Will they have a memory of one special gift? Maybe. And it is her choice how to live, but it makes me sad to see how things have changed. More is not always better. Sometimes it is just more. More stuff to clutter your space, take up time cleaning. But that is another post for another day. 🙂 Here is to making precious memories for future generations to cherish.