What’s your earliest Christmas memory? Mine was when I was about 4 or 5 years old. It was Christmas eve. My sister, Jeanne, and I were in our whites, white sando and white panties, and we’re on the sofa. I don’t know what we’re doing at that time but I do remember holding a soup laddle and waving it around.
Then my Uncle Eddieboy asked us to come with him. We went to the center of the village, where a huge flowering tree stood, and we just sat there. I remember marveling at the tree – it has gorgeous small, orange flowers in clusters and it was lit up by brilliant white lights. But other than that, the whole village was quite. Everything was calm. There was peace. No worries about car insurance quotes, bill payments, work schedules, and other stuff that worry me now as an adult.
We went back to the house and got dressed up for the Christmas Mass. We were wearing matching dresses in white and polka dots. Mine had blue dots, hers got red. I suppose we went to the mass with Lola Baby as we always do but I can’t place her in that nass. All I can remember is my Uncle Eddieboy making jokes with Santa Claus after the mass, when the gifts were being distributed to the children.
I must have not liked my gift because I can’t remember it now. But I recall a young boy puling out his sword, the kind which lights up when you push a button on the handle. I probably got a Barbie, or some girly toy.
The memory fades after that. And what scares me most is that I can barely remember how we spent the past Christmases with my family. It’s like it’s been wiped out of my memory. And I don’t want that. Not for my daughter. I want her to remember Christmases. So maybe this year will do something different.
I’d be glad to hear about your earliest Christmas memory. If you have a link to your story in your blog, do share it with me so I can check it out. Or, you can leave a comment below.