Christmas
When the Ghost of Christmas Past bestows memories from my childhood, I see that my happiest Christmas memories aren’t opening presents. My happiest memories are decorating the Christmas tree.
The gift giving season is rapidly approaching, and you don’t know how to shop for the angler in your life…here are a few hints:
C.W. Tenderheart was a boy of adventure and wonder. He lived and danced among the spirits of the trees and the voice of the wind. He woke to the song of the sun and birds and his little heart brimmed full when the Christmas season came around.
Once upon a time I thought I might be one of those people who matched their gift wrapping to their Christmas tree trimmings. I don’t know why I thought I was that person but my ideas of coordinating bows and lights, garland and beads, soon disintegrated.
Truthfully, it’s taken me a long time to warm up to Christmas movies. Every year Hallmark, Lifetime, and most recently, Netflix released a number of cheesy and generic movies following a similar format of a big-city girl finding love and the meaning of Christmas, usually in the form of a quaint small-town guy.
1927 had been a rough year for Mrs. Lizzie Brown. A widow, raising two small children with help from her older kids Lizzie had her hands full.
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Growing up we had several traditions that we did every year. Well, some of our traditions didn’t start out as such, they evolved into traditions over time.
My sister Anita, 93, was born in 1927 and came to Canada in 1938 ….she’s old enough to be my mother, I know, but I set her straight on that a couple decades ago!!
Christmas brings an abundance of images to mind. Santa and his reindeer. Nativity scenes. Wreathes, holly, and mistletoe.
