Memories of Christmas for my family:
I remember my Nanaw in the kitchen cooking sugar cookies for all friends and family. She would drive two hours to make someone smile with her special cookies …and oh yes and her famous pound cake.
My papaw would sit on the couch smoking his pipe. He would laugh with a hardy laugh and say ’what did you get me for Christmas?” and we would laugh
I remember almost breaking my neck as me and my sisters raced down the hall to see what Santa brought us…we were up all night and listening to see if we could hear him drink the milk we left and eat the snacks we left…he always cleared his plate…must of washed the dishes too because they were nowhere in sight.
We were always warned to be good or we would not get ANYTHING for Christmas. That was always held over our heads. Still so to this day…lol
I remember how Christmas used to be so special. It is not as fun anymore when your loved ones have passed on. Sometimes I do not even want to put up a tree or have presents. Then I must come to realize that it is not about me or the dead it is about Jesus living and his birth
Happy Birthday Jesus and you are the best present.
Love pam
