Tuesday, December 25, 2012

A Christmas Tale

 

When I was a child, many of my gifts were homemade.  A wooden wardrobe for my doll clothes, built by my father.  Always a new doll for Christmas but with it came doll clothes that my mother made.  The traditional roller skates and bikes were of course part of those exciting mornings.

One year, as my mother tucked me into bed she told me that Christmas might not be as 'full' as it had been in past years, that because she was ill she hadn't been able to 'do as much'.  She then told me of her childhood Christmases, during the Great Depression, when all they got for Christmas was pajamas and an orange.  She said that the orange was always the best one she'd ever tasted.  That explained to me why each year my brother and I always had an orange in our stocking and got a new pair of pajamas, which my mother had made.

The next morning my brother and I approached the Christmas tree and its wonderful gifts.  There were twin dollies which my Mother had crocheted outfits for, there were the roller skates that I had wanted... I loved everything and told my Mother later in the day that it was the best Christmas I'd ever had.  Sadly that was the last Christmas we had with her as she succumbed to cancer the following summer.

As a young mother myself I kept up the tradition -- my son always had an orange in the toe of his stocking and always got new pajamas (whether he needed them or not).

These days for me, it is the holidays that surround Christmas which touch me most deeply.  Thanksgiving for its pause for thankfulness and New Years Day which says goodbye to yesterday and looks ahead with promise to the coming year.  Today I hope you are all making Christmas memories that will remain within your heart forever.
 
"I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all year." - Charles Dickens






7 comments:

Dolores said...

A lovely story about Christmas memories. My whole family will not be here today - but there is skype.

Barbara said...

A very touching tribute to family and love, Penny. Thank you, God bless.

Sweetpea said...

It's close to midnight here on Christmas night, Penny, and I've stopped by to be delighted by this very heartfelt post. My mother also died of cancer so I know a little about *last times* together...

I wish I had new pajamas this year! Do you give a pair to yourself now? Flannel. Yes, I think I'll choose flannel ;>]] Best wishes of the season to you.

underatopazsky said...

Memories - the most precious stories of all. Thank you so much for sharing yours.
We have had to cut back a bit this year because of the recession, but it didn't stop my 7 year old squealing "You're spoiling me!" with each modest gift she opened. And no mention of the absence of the pink ipod that had headed up her wish list to Father Christmas. Of such things is a true Christmas made.
A blessed winter season of holidays to you and yours, Penny.

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

While I was reading, I was thinking how lovely your memories are, though sadly you were so young when you lost your mom.

My childhood was not good, and we had no traditions as you did. However!! I have made our own traditions which have transcended time to today when my grandsons and daughter look forward to Christmas as an opportunity to spend loving time with us. We are blessed.
Much Love
Carol

Joanna said...

Beautiful tale... In my family our tradition was to receive walnuts.
Thank you for sharing your memories. Happy New Year!
Joanna

Rachel said...

A lovely story. My mother often made fancy dress outfits for me, not just my dolls, and I got hours of fun from them...

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