For as long as I can remember—on some random day during those last couple of weeks before Christmas—my dad would announce to the family that it was about time “we take down the Christmas decorations from the attic.”
I don’t know if it was the smell of leftover pine from the Christmas before. Or the warm, cozy mugs of Swiss Miss hot chocolates (with those fluffy white marshmallows!) that my mom handed us. Or the rolling sounds of Bing Crosby looming over the radio. Whatever it was, this day—this unpacking, sorting and decorating—was almost as exciting as Christmas morning itself.
I’m not that little girl anymore. But I can still feel that same excitement and curiousity, just as I did on those nights of helping my dad take down all of our Christmas memories and decorations from the attic. Peeling back an oversized Toys “r” Us bag to reveal an array of collected ornaments. Putting garland around the stairways. Laughing and giggling and just having fun.
I love Christmas. I love big bags of unique ornaments. I love laughing and being silly and listening to Bing Crosby.
(I love Charlie Brown and funny looking snowmen!)
Know what else I love?
Eating breakfast in front of the Christmas tree. To be continued…
Question: What is one of your favorite holiday memories?