As I clean and get ready for our adult children to come home from university and work in the city, it is nice to remember the magic of Christmases when they were little. In fact, the scent of magic is still in the air, especially as our five grandchildren join our family! When you live with nine children, even the most crusty curmudgeon cannot resist the magic of Christmas.
It was still dark outside, way too early for my husband and me; we had worked to set up on Christmas Eve till 2:00 am.Although we couldn’t even pry our eyes open, we were smiling with contentment as we lay in bed, listening to the excited whispers and giggles of our three youngest children. They made their way down the front stairs whispering in awe because one of the older kids had intertwined multi-coloured lights around the banister, transforming the dark staircase into a magical pathway to the tree.
First, the trio ducked into the formal living room to see the presents for the first time and special candy canes on the tree. In our old farm-house, our bedroom was right above the kitchen and we had left the kitchen back stairs door open. Suddenly another excited gasp of surprise escaped their lips as they gazed in wonder around the transformed kitchen.
A gingerbread house, created at night when the littlest kids were sleeping, sat in the centre of the table with a fruit bowl, dishes of candies, nuts and, best of all, sugar cereal! The whole room was edged with coloured lights and Christmas towels, tablecloth, napkins, pot holders with bright red ribbons on all the door handles.
One year a friend at Madonna House, Martha, asked Alison what her favorite thing about Christmas was and she said,
“The pineapple!”
Her answer shocked Martha but I was simply pleased. I understood that children notice and appreciate the small things. No detail escapes them. Without much extra cash during the year, they still to this day treasure every detail, ornament and treat that was and still is part of Christmas.
When a few of the oldest kids were in their mid to late teens, friends would ask to come over and set up with us. They would cart presents downstairs, arrange them, help fill 11 stockings and hang lights. They were intrigued by our large family with all the hustle and bustle and activity. It was never boring at our house.
The teens craved the joy and excitement of creating magic for younger children who did not receive many frills during the rest of the year. I think they also craved the sense of stability, of a family grounded in the old-fashioned values of mutual love and respect.
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Simply wonderfully written. I grew up in a family with 11 children and things were very special on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I still can picture many of the ornaments and the spray we were allowed to put on the windows with frames to follow the shapes of the Christmas scene and Merry Christmas signs. Also so fun to have relatives stop by and the older ones recalled Christmases they remembered from long ago. The manger scene and all the extra details are still easily remembered. I hope I made our children’s Christmas as special as my parents did. They have little ones of their own and I think they pull off the Santa and everything just like we did but make sure that the Christ child and Mass are at the center of the festivities.
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well said and i am positive you recreated memories for not only your kids but your grandkids
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I came from a life I never want to relive. Not for me or the kids. And I don’t believe I’m the only one to have had this experience. What matters is we learn from the past and do what we can to build on life and make things better. I’ve seen some hurt by the past, and who continue to hurt by holding on to the bitterness of wounds which are not healing. This doesn’t help anyone, and if kids are involved, the bitterness is another sordid life lived over again.
Your sharing about your Christmas is utterly beautiful. That’s what Christmas should be. I am glad to say we have that same delirious excitement with my kids here. And when I hear them go crazy counting the days till Christmas turkey and cookies and meeting up with cousins and aunts and uncles, my husband and I know we’ve done something right.
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yes, there are years i never want to relive- we have lived through clinical depression , dealing with my spouses not so happy childhood as one of ten and poverty but God has also made all things new for us as well
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You chose Life, Melanie. In everything you did as a mum and wife and grandma, there’s a choice between Life and Death, and it’s very obvious what most, if not all, your choices were ❤
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