We all have memories of Christmas that are special just to us. These are a few of mine.
I always knew the Christmas season had started when Mom broke out her Burl Ives Christmas albums. She'd play these when we were decorating the tree or when she'd make the Christmas cookies with us (mostly my sister and I) helping her.
We were raised Catholic so every Christmas Eve, when we were little, after dinner, Mom would make us take a nap and then wake us up in order to go to midnight mass. Most of the time all six of us would go but sometimes Dad would stay home. Mom would say he was too tired from working to go with us. When we'd come home from mass and go past the Christmas tree, would you believe it --- Santa came when we were at church! But, Dad was tired and was in bed so we'd have to wait until morning to open our treasures.
Another Christmas tradition for as long as I can remember, after opening Santa's gifts we would take a family portrait. This one I think was taken about 1966. For those who say I never post a picture of myself, I'm the blonde.
Even now when I hear Burl Ives' singing “A Holly Jolly Christmas” I can smell Mom's cookies and feel the excitement of Christmas.
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