The room is dim—the only source of light is the late afternoon sun sneaking through the wavy glass windowpanes and dancing across the deep sills.
A huge tree stands against a plaster white wall. There is a tall wooden ladder, its legs splayed, perched next to the tree. The ceiling is high and the trim around the doors is painted Colonial blue.
I sit on the floor. The hardwood is chilly. Some of the planks are wide and others are narrow. They are all ridged with deep grooves and hundred-year old nicks. I trace my finger along an indentation and wipe the dust onto my stockings.
Tangled strings of Christmas lights are scattered about.
Boxes of red balls. Packs of tinsel. And pretty delicate white birds with tiny orange beaks and wire attached to their feet.
“Well put them on the tree,” my mother says. “It will look like an evergreen in the forest.”
Music.
There’s music, too.
From a record player.
Bing Crosby. The song catches and skips.
I’m dreaming of a White Christmas. White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know.
When the album stops, my father attends to the hulking record player, readjusts the needle, and the music begins again.
There’s a lot of commotion. My mother. My brothers. The dogs. And me.
Happiness. Wrapping paper. Anticipation.
And the smell. The scent of pine and the aroma of baking cookies. I rub my tongue across my teeth searching for a remnant of the raw cookie dough my mother let me taste.
Our living room is a mess. But to me it is delightful as if we’re creating real-life-anything-is-possible magic.
I look up at the tree again and now it is covered in thousands of blue lights.
I squint. It’s beautiful.
That’s my snapshot.
Buried under years of holiday recollections, it’s my first Christmas memory.
Frozen.
Preserved.
And clear.
I wonder what my kids will remember from their childhood Christmases. What will they hold dear? It’s impossible to predict upon what the mind will latch, what it will carry for a lifetime—the memories it will keep and the ones it will allow to vanish.
Will they remember the tree we had to stick on the patio after we had broken out in hives? Or our neighbor who dressed like Santa and visited Christmas Eve? Maybe it will be the giant dollhouse? Or the year of the Webkinz? Perhaps they will settle on a bad movie we watched one Christmas Day? Or maybe it will be the sweet taste of their grandmother’s freshly baked bread?
My wish is what they remember most includes the warmth of their family, a sense of security, and an element of mystery.
Awe.
A time of miracles.
And may the love and light of the season fill their young hearts.
May the anticipation of possibility propel them through and inoculate them against the hardships of adulthood.
May they remember the deep confidence their mother had in them.
And please let them remember a world laced with a little magic.
That is my wish for you too.
Merry Christmas!
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Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
Norman Vincent Peale
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What is your earliest Christmas memory?
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xoxo,
Heather
There are days where I close my eyes and I can hear the sounds of my grandmothers farm. I can smell her kictchen, smell her perfume, hear the door to the porch creek open and know I am about to be surrounded by family for Christmas dinner. It’s a magical ride back in time.
I wonder what my son will remember from our family Christmas celebrations too.
Merry Christmas!!!!!!!
I’m with you Darla. So much work goes into the holidays. I look forward to the day when my kids say, “Mom, remember when . . .”
We had a lot of good Christmases on Lake Road!
Well written Heather! Cheers to good Christmas Memories on Bayberry!
Again , thank you for my anticipated Sunday read! Merry Christmas to you and your family~~
Thank you, Cari! Happy holidays to you and yours🎄🎄🎄‼️
This is so beautiful! Your wish to your children has my heart overflowing with hope. Yes, may the world be filled with a little magic, love, and peace.
Merry Christmas, Heather! Get this published!
PS: I remember 7 kids, 2 dogs, 1 turtle, and my parents in our tiny apartment singing every Christmas song that was ever written–It was joyous.
Geri, thank you. I am so grateful for your kind encouragement week after week. Many blessing to you and your gang this holiday season!
Another great blog!!! I have had many great memories from Christmas!!!
I’d print this one and frame it. So beautiful.
How sweet! Thanks Lisa.
Merry Christmas 🎁🎄. Very well written I could picture myself right there 😉