I can’t believe we are now only days away from Christmas Day. It seems once the season begins, it goes by so fast, with all the activities and things to do.
I was thinking earlier about how I felt as a child when it got this close to the big day. Usually, by now, I was out of school and I spent my time at my parent’s business. When I was young, I didn’t mind because they decorated everything so pretty. The employees would give gifts to customers and there were always some yummy goodies around to munch on. I would take my books, pens, markers, dolls and play while waiting with much anticipation about what Santa would bring come Christmas Day.
At home, my mom always had the house decorated so festive. So I went from one holiday environment to another. We would watch all the Christmas specials and make sugar cookies. I remember as a teenager, I would bake and cook a lot at Christmas, always trying new recipes since I had time off from school.
On Christmas Day, I was always the first one up and it was usually between 5am – 6am. Since I was an only child, I raced to my parent’s room, rousing them awake and then ran to see what Santa had left under the tree. Though I was excited about the gifts there, I always checked first to see if Santa got the milk and cookies I left out for him. That was very important!
Once I got married and had my own child, Christmas was so different. I was now watching it through my daughter’s eyes and it was thrilling to do the same thing for her as my parents had done for me. And yes, the one thing Holly got from me was waking her parents up at 5am to open gifts and to see if Santa had indeed stopped by her house.
It’s fun to think back on those memories. Everything as a child seemed so magical. But even as an adult, this time of year holds a special feeling that is wonderful to behold.