Ok, Den, here goes. Hmmm…my favorite Christmas. I have been pondering this since you brought it up. I have had many you know, fifty-two to choose from. There was the year I received a toboggan and the snow was up to our waist. We had wonderful sliding hills in my backyard. I think the same year I got the book Heidi and Little Women and I read them through the whole vacation. I just lay on my bed under my warm blankets and read.
And there were the years my children were small. Christmas is always special when there are small children. You haul them to see Santa and they ask for something you have no chance in…well you know you ain’t going to find it. But you do. You find it and oh the JOY you feel because your kid is going to wake up and look under the tree and Santa will have given them just what they wanted. Those red skis. The croc with the zipper mouth. The transformers and the ghost buster house. My little ponies and the books, books, books.
Believe it or not I think my favorites Christmas was the year I was sick…and we had no electricity…and I was pregnant. My husband went to his parent’s house to have dinner. I was alone. The house was so quiet. With no electricity there were no sounds from the appliances, no TV or radio, nothing. Nothing to distract. It was peaceful. I could just enjoy the unlit tree and the fresh snow and the movement of a baby that wouldn’t be born for four more months.
I still think of the peacefulness of that Christmas and cherish it. Peace everyone.