Christmas time is my favorite time of the year. I love to tell stories of my favorite childhood memories while trying to create new ones and many more with my children. Every year we decorate the house to the extreme and it just gets bigger every year. We make crafts, bake, watch Christmas movies every night, and jam out to Christmas music. Creating traditions and making memories is what it’s all about. Memories are the best gift in the world that I can give to my children. I’ve seen all over social media, posts about it’s not the presents, it’s the presence. Oh how true that is.
When I think back on Christmas from when I was a child, the only gift I can truly remember is my baby crib. The reason that memory sticks in my head is because I remember that was the only thing I asked Santa for that year. A real baby crib for my dolls. That was the year I was starting to not believe in Santa Claus. That year, I didn’t tell a soul what I wanted for Christmas. I wrote it in a letter and snuck it into the mailbox when no one was looking. Well, at least I thought no one was looking. Anyways, Christmas morning came around, and there it was! He was real! Out of my many childhood Christmases, that’s one of the only gifts I remember.
Other than that particular Christmas, when I think of my childhood, I think of baking cookies and peanut butter balls. I remember the shopping trips to the mall. I remember the feeling of excitement when I spent my birthday money, what little I had, to buy someone a gift. Even if it was just a pack of lighters, it was a gift just the same. I remember the joy of riding around looking at “fismas wights” (that’s what I called them). I think of dancing around to Barbara Mandrells Christmas album while decorating the tree and drinking hot coco. So many memories that will never be forgotten, not like all the gifts.
So make the memories. They will go on for a lifetime! If I were to go tomorrow, I would rather my kids sit around and talk memories of how mommy made cookies and would get so mad because something messed up, but then be so happy with the outcome. I would rather them remember mommy letting them lick the beaters before suddenly realizing she was making a blackberry wine cake so she had to snatch the beaters back. The little things mean so much more than the expensive things. It’s the little things, that are priceless. So give your family the best gift of all…. memories. Merry Christmas.