Christmas – that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance – a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. ~Augusta E. Rundel
As I mentioned in my last post, This time of year brings back so many happy memories for me. Fall and Christmas seem to have so many smells that bring memories rushing back. Growing up in Pennsylvania almost always promised a white Christmas!! I hate snow now, but deeply miss having snow on Christmas eve and Christmas.
My mom is a die hard baker at Christmas time. I remember the days of helping her make her specialty cookies which never seemed to stay around very long. The smells of Christmas cookies sends those memories to the front of my brain. I enjoy baking today because of my mom. The smells bring back those Christmas days when the snow was falling and we were inside a warm house making cookies and listening to Christmas music. If it’s one thing I miss now at Christmas, it’s those days baking together.
I’ll always remember Christmas eve in our town. Most of the time the snow was falling as it usually does in Pennsylvania this time of year. My family would visit the grandparents and usually ended up at my grandma and grandpa McCoy’s house who until this year lived in town. After eating cookies and opening gifts, we many times would take a walk through town. The snow falling and the many colored lights painting the freshly fallen snow was always my favorite time of the season. Once we were cold and wet, we would head back home to make hot chocolate and sit by the fire.
I find myself dreading Christmas almost every year. Perhaps it’s because of the traditions I’ve left behind in Pennsylvania or perhaps it’s because Christmas is very different for an adult. I hate the commercialism Christmas has become and hectic schedules we all seem to have to keep up with this time of year. But as I sat in church tonight and listened to our Christmas cantata, I realized as I usually do this time of year, that I’m missing the true reason we celebrate. It’s not because of the lights or the trees or the gifts, but rather birth of our Savior.
It’s funny when you think back on Christmas’ past how rarely you ever remember what you got for Christmas. Rather you remember the times with family and the special memories that are unforgettable and unrepeatable.
I still make it home for Pennsylvania for Christmas, not this year, but many years I do. I get to share a small glimpse of my past with my wife and create new memories with my family.