One of my most vivid childhood Christmas memories involved reading Louisa May Alcott’s “Little Women” by the fireplace and catching a whiff of my favorite fuzzy pink slippers starting to smoke while my feet were propped up on the raised hearth. Though I was terrified momentarily, it was a good memory because I was snuggled-up, much like I am tonight, experiencing a beautiful “silent night” by our Christmas tree.
This morning I saw a young friend at the Post Office who I hadn’t seen in a long time. When she opened the door to leave, I said, “Merry Christmas!” and it felt so strange to hear those words coming out of my mouth… Where did the year go?
Those of you raising young children, enjoy the moments that seem to last forever… One day you will be like me looking at your sentimental Christmas ornaments that represent special events in your lives. When our family decorated our tree over the weekend, we had a good laugh about the most expensive ornament that had formally been presented to our eldest son by his orthodontist when he was young; his assistant actually made the suggestion that the Herbst appliance become an ornament in jest, but I loved the idea and we’ve hung it every year. It’s a little hard to find, but it has a red bow and sparks a funny memory much like the thought of my fuzzy pink slippers smoking.
Enjoy these final days of 2017, friends. Make it a Merry Christmas! Laugh, smile and remember.