Christmas Memories

Grandpa, Grandma & me, c. 1968

Grandma was so good at making Christmases great. They were never perfect, just memorable, warm and full of eager anticipation. Where she got all the energy, I have no idea, but as I sit here anticipating my own meltdown, I remember how Grandma would pull off every holiday without even a hint of anxiety. Whether or not she felt that inside, I don't know, but I do know that her secret was not worrying about tiny details. 

Being home with family, unwrapping a few thoughtful gifts, and preparing a wonderful a meal was what she enjoyed and it rubbed off on the rest of us. If she had ten loads of laundry waiting, a room or two that might not have been meticulously cleaned, and if her hair wasn't perfectly coiffed, it never appeared to bother her. 

We all know how quickly anxiety can rob us of our joy, so it's important to forget perfection and celebrate the blessings we have and what Christmas is all about. 

Thank you Grandma, for so many memories: 

- That aluminum tree with the squeaky color wheel making it come alive

- The Candlelight Christmas Eve service (and one gift to open afterwards)

- For Santa bringing something wonderful (and you never taking any credit for it)

- A delicious Christmas dinner

- Bayberry in the air

- Candlelight