Fragile Christmas ornaments wrapped so gently in tissue paper.
Unfolding and unwrapping them brings a flood of happy
Christmas trees through the years. Always big trees. As big a
tree that would fit in the house. Little tiny fairy lights, sometimes in
multi colors, sometimes just white.
Beautifully wrapped packages that my Mama spent hours and
hours designing. Each one a work of art specially created for
it's recipient. Packages so pretty that one almost hated to
unwrap … well almost.
A fire aglow and egg nog and hot chocolate. Fuzzy bathrobes
and well worn slippers that would probably be replaced by new
ones still under the tree.
Daddy still taking pictures of the tree and all the packages
underneath. We all had to keep our excitement at bay
while he finished this important yearly task.
Stockings were indeed hung on the mantel and always
filled with tiny surprises. We all took turns laughing and
oohing about the contents. I still have our family dog's
Christmas stocking that has been the stocking of every
dog I have owned since I was five years old. A treasured
stocking that has been shared by Bonnie, Charlie, Martini,
Charlie II, Bitterman, Binkie and now Bentley.
Cheese fondue with toasty bread squares served
in front of the fire while we opened our presents.
The same Christmas dinner shared for years. Roast
Beef, Yorkshire Pudding, Peas and little pearl onions,
The phone call to out of town relatives. Laughter.
If we were lucky enough to have snow, we would
take a walk outside that evening and marvel at it's
stillness to admire the Christmas lights shining from
As I think back upon these treasured memories,
I am reminded not of the gifts so much as the
time spent with those I have loved. Those times were and
always will be priceless.
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley