Jumping in the car this morning, I turned on a local radio station that is already playing Christmas music, 24/7. It wasn’t until I pulled out of the parking lot that I realized I ran out the door a little too early. Shocking if you really knew me in the morning. Anyway, by the time I park my car at work, this old Christmas tune is playing, Johnny Mathias, “The Christmas Song”. I was transported back in time. Seriously. I sat there and saw my Mom as though it was yesterday. In her skirt, heels and hose with an apron tied around her waist. The couture very 60’s! Beehive hair-do, and frosted nonetheless! On the kitchen wall was the cat clock that wagged its tail and moved its eyes as it kept time. Dad in the kitchen helping my Mom mash the potatoes. In the living room my grandparents sat with my brother and me playing with our new toys by the silver tree I disliked. Our stockings hung on the bookcase shelves because we didn’t have a fireplace. On the rooftop was a Santa in his sleigh with all the tiny reindeer, and Rudolph with a red lightbulb for his nose leading the way. The house was framed in those old-fashioned large bulbs. And on the record player, a Johnny Mathias album. “The Christmas Song” filled the house along with the aroma of a turkey dinner cooking.
And as I sit here typing this, I remember the same album playing at my Grandmothers house. She is baking cookies and wrapping her gifts so precisely that the gift wrap pattern matches, you cannot see any seams. And the Nativity scene. That is one of the things I love the most about my childhood Christmas memories. I would lay on my belly and just gaze at Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus. Oh and I cannot forget the ribbon candy!!! She always had ribbon candy. I didn’t think they made that anymore but someone brought some into work last week.
Hope you all have pleasant and happy Christmas memories too!