It’s the week before Christmas and all through the house…
I have such fond memories of Christmas growing up. Our home just felt extra warm while Mom baked yummy goodies in the kitchen and Dad kept a fire going in the wood stove. There was music constantly playing in the background. I'm sure my parents felt a little bit of the pressure - - getting just the right gifts and not spending too much money - - but all I remember was feeling safe, happy and warm. My parents never divulged the secret of Santa Clause (read my next post to find out how I discovered the truth!). Mom, especially, seemed to want the magic of Christmas to dwell in our hearts as long as it possibly could. The anticipation of Christmas morning on Christmas Eve was a magical time. My siblings and I would all crowd into one bedroom, singing and laughing and fighting until we each slowly drifted off to sleep; though just for a few hours as Christmas morning came oh so early! We'd then commence giggling again as we waiting for Mom and Dad t...
