Ready
or not the holidays are here. As this post appears, we are wedged in between
Thanksgiving and Christmas. At my age, I find myself trying to find ways to
make a seven-year-old enjoy these holidays in unique and memorable ways. It
often makes me revisit my own memories of this time of year when I was nearer
the age she is now. Doing that takes me back to that time and that zip code,
30513.
I recall looking through the Sears catalog in the time before Christmas. While I
have often written things down I am not too sure I ever transcribed a list
of Christmas gifts I wanted. Still, there were trips to the Western Auto and the dime
store where I eyed many things I desired. I also remember visits to see Santa
Claus so I could tell him what I wanted. I also recall the tortuous feeling
inside when he would ask me if I had been good the whole year realizing there
were times when I struggled and failed.
I
remember Dad getting out his aluminum extension ladder to hang the Christmas lights on
the house. These lights were an older set of varied colors with huge bulbs. Mom
usually put up the Christmas tree, off in the corner of the living room,
although it also set at times in front of the picture window. My memory also
stretches back to a time when we had a silver Christmas tree with a color
wheel. I was fascinated by the color wheel more than the odd color of the tree.
I wonder if Mom and Dad still have that tree somewhere.
Honestly, I
don’t always recall the gifts. I mean I know there was an electronic football
game, a Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em boxing game and Hot Wheels. I was also just geeky
enough to recall a book about our country’s presidents and a collection of fifty
pennies, each one made in a different state. Then there were the clothes: sweaters
and pants and shirts. I was less than thrilled with these gifts as this meant I would have to set aside time to try each item
on only to face a close examination from Mom on whether or not the item needed
to be a different size or altered before wearing. I guess I was short on
patience since I had a book to read and had just gotten to the section on Chester
A. Arthur.
Spoiled?
Yes. Mom and Dad would mention from time to time how their holidays were when
they were young. They might get a pencil or an orange. They didn’t drum these
facts into my head to make me feel bad but I heard it enough to come to appreciate
now how fortunate I had it when I came along. I also know it wasn’t just luck
that enabled my parents to provide what they did to us. They both worked hard
at jobs and at home to provide and save and spend wisely the money they earned.
Such things were not then and are not now pure happenstance.
Looking
back, what I remember most from the holidays when I was young were the meals.
Insert your own fat, middle-aged guy joke here. It’s the truth though. Yes, there
was sweet potato casserole, masked potatoes and gravy, cranberries, green
beans, creamed corn, cornbread, slaw, turkey and dressing, glazed ham and pumpkin
pie, lime salad, strawberry delight, peanut butter cake and black walnut cake
with sugary coconut icing. Those things were there but so was family and
sometimes friends. When we gathered together to pray then to eat, that’s really
what made the holidays mean something.
Even
with a pretty big table and space at a nearby bar just inside the dining room,
there was not enough space for everyone in one room. This meant that being one
of the younger members of the family, I could eat in the living room. Mom and
Dad’s four grandchildren at that time would all get their plates and we would
all pile on to the couch or lounge chair or floor and eat away. A football game
emanating from the television set would provide the entertainment. Later, gifts
would be opened but the real gift had already been opened. We were all
together.
I
have lived away from there well over half my life now. Even though I can’t
really recall the gifts I received from specific holidays, it is those memories
from those holidays that form how I expect the holidays to be in some way even
to this day. There have been times when I had to work on those holidays and
couldn’t be there making me miss what was happening more than I really knew at
the time. There were times when I had to make a trip to get there knowing it
would be worth the effort. During some of these trips I often wondered about
some of my friends from my early years. By then I knew how some of us scattered
away from this place and others remained there. I wondered if they were returning to their old home places
as well and if they were did they have similar memories hanging around.
For
now, Hannah will have her long list of things she will want Santa to bring. She’ll
have to sit in Santa’s lap and answer that question he has asked so many kids
before about their behavior over the past twelve months. At some point, we will
make that drive to where I grew up. We will gather as family as we have for as
long as my memory can recall. There will be new toys. There will be food. There
may be tears. There will be laughter. There will be love. There will be family.
Of all the things I will soak up and drink in at that time it will be the feeling I get knowing this group
of people gathered together belongs together. I can only hope that will be a gift Jennifer
and I can provide to Hannah to remember when one day she looks back at the holidays she
knew as a child.
May
God keep you and your loved ones safe and happy through this holiday season.
Bonus holiday playlist:
Bob Dylan "Must Be Santa"
Kenny Loggins "Celebrate Me Home"
Patty Loveless "Santa Train"
The Eagles "Please Come Home For Christmas"
Roger Miller "Old Toy Trains"
Bill Monroe "Christmas Time's A-Comin'"
The Band "Christmas Must Be Tonight"
The Soul Saints Orchestra "Santa's Got A Bag of Soul"
Robert Earl Keen "Merry Christmas From The Family"
Dan Fogelberg "Same Auld Lang Syne"
Bonus holiday playlist:
Bob Dylan "Must Be Santa"
Kenny Loggins "Celebrate Me Home"
Patty Loveless "Santa Train"
The Eagles "Please Come Home For Christmas"
Roger Miller "Old Toy Trains"
Bill Monroe "Christmas Time's A-Comin'"
The Band "Christmas Must Be Tonight"
The Soul Saints Orchestra "Santa's Got A Bag of Soul"
Robert Earl Keen "Merry Christmas From The Family"
Dan Fogelberg "Same Auld Lang Syne"
