Our baby son and his bride spent this past weekend at our house. Before they left, I found myself plundering through some old Christmas items, in search of something to attach to my son’s “ugly Christmas sweater” for work. I was pleasantly surprised when I found the red furry stockings with mine and hubby’s names written in sparkly glitter. I looked at them and smiled. We were on a very tight budget that first Christmas, but we had these made at the mall, along with one for our adopted pup, Heidi. (We had a Charlie Brown Christmas tree that year and I loved it!) We walked through the mall, holding hands and window shopping, and not caring that we couldn’t buy much more than a stocking and a cookie. We had each other.
The Christmas ornament we simply could not afford. I spied it in the Hallmark Store around the corner from our house and desperately wanted it. When you would wind it up, it played, “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas.” My favorite holiday movie and song. And the perfect forever keepsake of our first Christmas together. I think it was $10.00. Maybe that doesn’t sound like a lot now, but it was in 1982. Someone~ I think probably my parents, gave us some money for Christmas. I was the first one in line at the Hallmark Store the day after Christmas! I knew if it was still there, I could buy it for half price. And it was there….. sigh.
Fast forward a few years and our two little boys were fussing over who could place the angel atop the Christmas Tree! We came up with a system of “every other year”. Their name and year was written inside the angel.
I’m a little melancholy when I think on this. Our little boys, all grown up now. They have their own traditions, as they should. I just hope, when they think back to this time of year, they have sweet reflections and smiles of our time spent together back then.
My prayer is that, no matter what, they never lose that child like faith, joy or hope. I pray that you and I hold on to it as well ~