I wanted to list some of my favorite merry memories of Christmas with you. So, here are some of my favorite moments!
- The first memory that comes to mind is the Christmas after Squeaker had his brain surgery and had his miraculous recovery. I remember my happy tears from him getting out of the hospital stroller to sit at the piano, called by the music. We made it out on Christmas day. That also happened to be Big Guy’s first Christmas.
- The first Christmas I spent with my husband’s family–I remember sleeping on the couch and him sleeping in his room. Oh, the awkwardness of it all! But, staying at his parents’ house on a holiday made our relationship more real.
- Squeaker’s first Christmas. He’ll never remember it since he was not even 2 months old, but he was our first and it was his first. I’ll tell you, there will never be a more spoiled child than him. No child less than 2 months of age needed as much as he got.
- Last year’s Christmas. I had just gotten out of the hospital after my third round of hospitalizations for depression. I was terrified that they wouldn’t let me out to celebrate Christmas with my family, but they did, and I never went back after that. The long road to recovery began after that, but I can safely say that this Christmas will be a much merrier one than last year’s.
- The many Christmases we visited family in West Virginia. I will never forget those road trips–especially the ones where it snowed. Oh, the profanity! There’s just something about the memory of dad cussing up a blue storm trying to get the car up that steep hill of red clay mud covered in snow that reminds me of Christmas like nothing else can. It felt like an adventure, I guess. We survived that hill, the stress of the trip, and dad’s extra large bladder, and spent Christmas with our huge, loving family.
- Mom’s gingerbread houses. She used to make epic ones back in the day, when we were still youngsters, and not out of that pre-packaged box stuff. She baked that gingerbread and put it together with frosting she made herself. It made eating it all the better.
- Picking out the perfect Christmas tree at my science teacher’s Christmas tree farm. Oh, how I miss the smell of a real Christmas tree–not that I want to clean up all of the pine needles! As a family, we used to go to Terri & Jim’s Christmas Tree Farm and pick out the perfect tree. I had that teacher for two years because she followed me from 7th to 8th grade and I loved her. Also, the boy I had a crush on worked there for a brief time, helping shake out the trees. Bonus! I never talked to him, but whatever. The tradition of picking out the perfect tree felt sacred–it had to have the correct height, width, and no holes. If you found the right tree, you tagged that sucker until you were ready to chop it down. Maybe one day I’ll get a real tree again…
- Squeaker knowing what Christmas was for the first time (last year). We waited for what seemed like forever for that knowledge to enter his brain. It seemed like every year, people would ask if he was excited about Christmas coming, and it was awkward, because he really didn’t know. Last year, he knew for the first time at the age of 6. This year, he knows even more. His brother, at the age of just over 2 and a half years old, already knows who Santa is and I could hear him saying, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!” in the car. How crazy is that?!
- My first Christmas with my first boyfriend. I had spent the first part of the day with my family, and then I went to his house for the other part of the day and we went to his room to watch TV and awkwardly make out. Ah, young love… I still remember that his mom got me this purple sweater and he got me a watch. I think I got him some cologne.
- The last Christmas that my family was all one family–before it all hit the fan again. I guess in the back of my mind, I knew that it would never last, but the harmony felt good while it lasted. One day, perhaps I’ll know my niece and nephew again. Until then, I will just remember one Christmas day years ago.
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