I woke this morning to fluffy snow, delicately frosted windowboxes and exquisitely etched window panes. A gift from God, for those of us "dreaming of a white Christmas".Reminescing about childhood and past Christmases is part of our holiday tradition. We love the possibilities of where, the old adage, "Remember when" will take us.
Remember when we were kids and it snowed so much it was deeper than the windowsills ? When we spent hours in the yard building snowforts and snowmen, when we went in to get another pair of dry socks or mittens just so we could play longer and when hot chocolate was waiting for us when we were finally too cold ?
We caught the last hour of "The Wizard of Oz" the other night. Oddly enough, my husband and I were able to recite most of the words and songs. Okay, some eye rolling did occur from our kids and a visiting friend. That just added to our fun. And just as we remembered, the footage is still amazing for its' time, the witch is still really ugly and the flying monkeys remain just as creepy.
And maybe our age has something to do with it, but we just can't seem to get enough of the "feel-good" Christmas Classics. You know the ones, where in the end, everyone realizes that it's people that really matter.
On Christmas Eve some of our family will come to visit and we'll eat lots of yummy treats, each family bringing something to share. We'll remember "old times" and laugh at the same old jokes.We'll eat the same dishes we eat every year and we'll share the same stories, some we'll know well enough to recite line by line. Some eye rolling may even appear. But no one will mind.
Because in the end we'll be happy just to be together and we'll remember... it's the people that really matter.
