Monday, 8 December 2008
B L D No. 8
I have always tried to give my children the kind of Christmas I was fortunate enough to have, but it just never achieved that billing. There is a lot to be said for being the one the magic is given too opposed to being the one that is responsible for creating the magic.
And believe me here when I say that receiving the magic in my childhood home was never about money. For us, money was the least of it all.
My maiden name is Ste. Marie and experiencing Christmas in my childhood home (which ever one we lived in at the time) was truly a magical experience.
There was always a lot of excitement during the Christmas season because no matter where you went in the house you would find people wrapping presents. Everyone was always happy and very excited. You would always have an exciting conversation with someone while whispering behind your hands so that when you told them what you had bought they would encourage you and tell you that the recipient wanted just that exact gift.
My Dad always bought the Christmas tree just a few days before Christmas Eve because it was more affordable then. Sometimes if it were hard times financially we would even manage to get the tree free. Dad would gather us all to come and decorate the tree, while in reality; we would watch him decorate the tree. However, we were always allowed to throw the tinsel on it.
Sounds are coming back to me right now: Dad, this is a pretty one. Did I make that one Mom? Dad the bulb is blown on the green light, I’ll get the new one. Mom, where are the new lights Dad bought for the tree? Wow Dad this is the best tree ever. Mom that bulb broke.