Christmas Time – a Season of Memories

CHRISTMAS TIME – A SEASON OF MEMORIES By Eva Fry
Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Christmas is one of the happiest seasons of our life. It gathers us together as families, where we create special loving traditions and so many loving memories. We all have special remembrances of Christmas’s past. I would like to share with you some of my memories.
Christmas has changed for me through the years. I am a grandma now and enjoy
special Christmas’s with my grown children and their families. I watch them create lasting memories for their little ones. I am reminded of those happy times when my precious children were still home with us and of the Christmas’s we had
Together. How I miss those special times.

My song “Christmas Wish” says what is in my heart.
If I could have one Christmas wish, I’d go back in time,
When our children all were young and they were home with us.
We’d decorate the house with lights, put up the Christmas tree,
Bake cookies; sing Christmas carols in the neighborhood.
Make gifts for the ones we love; wrap them really nice,
Laugh, kiss and hug a lot, we’d have so much fun.
I’d read the story of Jesus Christ, born in Bethlehem
In the manger we’d carefully lay the Savior in.
Christmas Eve we’d hold them tight, our hearts filled with love
Give thanks for our family, our special gift from God.
We’d tuck them safely into bed, fill the stockings full,
Peek in at our sleeping babes; angels without wings.
Eyes would sparkle Christmas morn’ when Dad turned on the lights,
Santa left so many gifts; cookies and milk were gone.
Opening gifts was the best of all; parcels ripped apart,
Finding their special wish, jumping up and down.
I’d bake the turkey as they played with the toys they got,
We’d feast together on food and love, what a heavenly day.
The memories of those special days many years ago
Seem like only yesterday; life was filled with joy.
If I could have one Christmas wish, I’d go back in time,
When our children all were young and they were home with us.

Not only does Christmas bring back memories of my precious children but also
memories or my dear mother who passed away October 18, 2002. She was
86 years old and life had not been easy for but she did her best to make our lives
Happy. The most favorite memories of my mother were the wonderful
Christmas’s she created for my brother, sister and I. She always made Christmas
beautiful and exciting, in spite of our alcoholic father who played havoc with our
Lives, whenever he got drunk, especially at Christmas time.
My mother seemed to have a mission to make things right for us each Christmas.
Every year she would open a charge account at Zellers, to buy us gifts. My
father gave her no money. We were poor because of his addiction. She bought us
needed things like socks and underwear but always something special. I
remember the red leather loose-leaf binder she gave me when I was 10. We kids
did not know it then, but for the rest of the year mom paid off her charge account
with cash she could squeeze from her food money. Each new season she started
over with another Christmas charge account.
Mom did not let us see the tree before Christmas morning, an old family tradition.
My kids now have their tree up at least two weeks before Christmas. But never the less, when I was young the first viewing of the tree was glorious.