Our lives are a multitude of stories. Some are sad tales, some are filled with stomach wrenching laughter, and some are family legends that grow more epic each time they’re told. Join me this week as we curl up in our favorite spot in our virtual living room. The tree casting a twinkling glow. Hot chocolate, eggnog, and cookies sit in our laps. Our friends & family sit with us as we laugh, rejoice, & begin to share our tales of Christmas.
Since I was little (aka born) Christmas has always been a family affair. Tucked away in the small house we grew up in or with Grandpa & Grandma & the my aunt, uncle, & cousins in California. We were always with family. Sometimes friends translated into family. I didn’t have necessarily a wonderful childhood, but I remember pleasant Christmases.
We grew up knowing Santa wasn’t real. Our gifts were always under the tree days before. The only thing that wasn’t put out was our stockings. Mom would fill those after we’d gone to bed on Christmas Eve and hang them on the mantle. Every year we received a new one. That was mom’s tradition. And that would be the first thing we’d open once we were allowed to take them down.
Christmas Eve if we weren’t in California had it’s own special tradition. We were each allowed to open one gift. Mom & Dad selected. Even as a teenager my brother and I looked forward to that one gift.
Today Christmas looks different, but it’s still a family affair. We’re all grown up and each of our own families. Time spent with in-laws and our own family. I have six nephews and a niece due on the 26th. We eat, we laugh, we Skype open gifts with my brother-in-law & sister-in-law in Northern California. And I hope that in the quiet of our hearts and hope even more with the words we speak we remember why we’re gathering.
I hope you enjoyed these stories as much as I did. Today I’m giving you the opportunity to share your own story. Click Mr. Linky below to share your Christmas tales.
And since we’re sharing stories I have a gift to share with you. It is a little canvas I created using written word. Portions from popular books, including Dracula, various Sherlock Holmes stories, Persuasion, and East of Eden. Leave a comment on this post to be entered to win the canvas. Contest ends: 12.31.10 at Midnight Mountain. One entry per person. Winner will be announced 01.03.11.
Friday night Shawn and I made our way to his parents. The chill in the air was delightful. Future of Forestry sang Do You Hear What I Hear to us. As the lyrics danced in my head I started to wonder…
I really am living the American Dream. I have a great job. “Own” my house. Happily married with two dogs.
I can with in reasonable limits pretty much buy myself anything, my family anything they want for Christmas. I’ve been blessed beyond my ability to understand.
In that, in realizing and not taking for granted all that God has blessed me with, He’s opened my eyes to those who don’t have.
So this year for Christmas I want to give, with a heart that wants and expects nothing in return.
On December 15th, 10 days before Christmas, I am going to blog for water. And I’m looking for as many people as will join me. People who will take one day from their traditional blogging to raise money for clean water.
Do you realize 90% of the 42,000 deaths that occur every week are from drinking dirty water. And not just dirty…disease ridden.
So here’s the deal. If you are interested in blogging with me email me at prudy at prudychick.com.
You can also help spread this request by tweeting: I’m going to blog for water w/@PrudyChick on Dec. 15. Will you join us? (Benefiting @CharityWater) http://bit.ly/d9MAvI.
Let’s see what we can do.
Prudence is a 30-something writer who lives in Arizona with her husband Shawn and their chihuahuas Lengua and Zeus. She writes her life, her experiences and her crawl back to hope. Eventually, she hopes to visit India – a place that’s captured her heart without ever stepping foot on the soil.