Ralphie Gets an A++++
I am a Christmas junkie and a hoarder of Christmas memories. I draw upon that spirit during the holidays and throughout the year more times than I can count. Sometimes they are my security. Not just because they are Christmas memories, but because they are often family related and always warm. Even the memories of my dad trying to get a tree with an 8 inch diameter into a 6 inch tree stand somehow brings warmth to my soul. I guess I must block out the image of my dad hurling the stand across the street while sputtering *#@% words and bring the image of the majestic, decorated tree in the stand to mind instead. I must admit, though, that some of the memories that were not so cute make for great things to recall around the family table at Christmastime. Some of these scenes could have originated in my own childhood home. They tickle me because they hit so close to home.
You used all the glue
The Pink Bunny Suit
Chinese Turkey (Watch the mom-it's the best part!)
The best part of all these memories are that I grew up with a father who wanted to be "The Real Santa" for his job, and parents who taught us that Christ and giving are what Christmas is about. So, I have parents who created magic in the forms of memories, storytelling of babes in swaddling clothes and a man in a red suit whose mission is to give and love. I grew up experiencing wonderful food, icicle strewn Christmas trees, Nativity enactments, plates of cookies to run to neighbors, and the peace that comes from Christmas. And for that I am grateful. |
Circa 1988 |
Heather, the life you live has been and will continue to be amazing and an uplifting experience to share in. Thanks for sharing.
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