My Favorite Christmas
If you couldn't tell, Christmas is my very favorite time of year. I love all the music, crafts, parties, food and events. I think the only thing I don't love is shopping. I enjoy finding the perfect gift, but I hate the crowds and browsing when I'm not in the mood or don't have a clue what I'm looking for. Therefore, pretty much every Christmas has been a good memory. But, of course, there is a favorite.
My very favorite Christmas was when I was in the third grade. (That's my favorite grade, too.) I was so excited to be part of what would be CTK's last Christmas Pageant. I was a lavender angel, but I vowed that the next year we would know when the auditions were being held and I would be Mary. Alas, I never got my chance, but being an angel was pretty cool and was my very first taste of doing music at church. A little side note about my angelic experience: I had to hitch a ride home with another angel's family one night and that particular angel was Davina who grew up to kill her husband. Not very angelic, hu?
The pageant was fun, but the real reason that this is my favorite Christmas is because it was the one time that we went "home". Home was Salt Lake City. Most of our Christmases here were just my parents, brother and me, so it was so fun to finally have a big family Christmas with all the aunts, uncles and cousins. My cousin Kristi saved me from the codfish pudding (yuck!) that my grandma plopped on my plate but couldn't spare me from having to sing Christmas carols for the entire family. (I was mortified of singing in front of family even then!) Anthony sang Rudolph, which was probably much cuter than my songs. Grandma played for us both on her out-of-tune piano as my uncle fell asleep (we have pictures to prove it!). I can see the whole scene in my head as if it were yesterday. The big fun came on Christmas Day when we got to hang out with my dad's side of the family. Things were always so much crazier and lively on my dad's side. Plus, I had more cousins around my age to hang out with. Everyone was there. No one had moved too far away, yet (except for us) and as a kidI have no memory of family feuds that would come with the passage of time. We did get a Nintendo from my uncle which bugged my parents, because they didn't want us to have one at the time. That was it for bad feelings. I'm sure that there had to have been some sadness and upset, because it was only two years after my grandad and brother had died. Even so, I couldn't tell. I was just so excited to be with all these people that I loved so much. I'm glad that children can't usually perceive how things change over time . The world was so small and perfect in my eyes. It couldn't get any better.
But, it did! It SNOWED!!!!! I was in seventh heaven! I know that lots of people hate the snow, but snow has always been so magical to me. I have always felt that the snow falls just for me, because God knows that I love it so much. There are even embarrassing pictures of me as a kid bawling my eyes out because we had to leave the snow. I can't explain it, but I have always had a very special connection with the snow. I love the way that it brings peace and serenity. Everything has to stop for the snow.
As a snow lover, I am definitely in the wrong town! But, to my great pleasure and surprise it has snowed here in Vegas the past two years during the week or two following Christmas. I had spent so many years adding "White Christmas" to my list that it was a dream come true to see the white stuff in my own backyard! I'm not holding my breath for a triple, although it would be nice. I guess, I would hate to lose my snow mysticism by it becoming too normal. I'll just trust that God will send it to me when I need it.
I've never made a "real" snowman. This was my mini version from the snowfall two years ago. He had peppermint eyes (they bleed, so I don't recommend them), a wire mouth and palm leaf arms. He lived in the freezer at the bank for a good month or two. I visited him everyday, but finally had to let him go. At least, I got a picture.
My very favorite Christmas was when I was in the third grade. (That's my favorite grade, too.) I was so excited to be part of what would be CTK's last Christmas Pageant. I was a lavender angel, but I vowed that the next year we would know when the auditions were being held and I would be Mary. Alas, I never got my chance, but being an angel was pretty cool and was my very first taste of doing music at church. A little side note about my angelic experience: I had to hitch a ride home with another angel's family one night and that particular angel was Davina who grew up to kill her husband. Not very angelic, hu?
The pageant was fun, but the real reason that this is my favorite Christmas is because it was the one time that we went "home". Home was Salt Lake City. Most of our Christmases here were just my parents, brother and me, so it was so fun to finally have a big family Christmas with all the aunts, uncles and cousins. My cousin Kristi saved me from the codfish pudding (yuck!) that my grandma plopped on my plate but couldn't spare me from having to sing Christmas carols for the entire family. (I was mortified of singing in front of family even then!) Anthony sang Rudolph, which was probably much cuter than my songs. Grandma played for us both on her out-of-tune piano as my uncle fell asleep (we have pictures to prove it!). I can see the whole scene in my head as if it were yesterday. The big fun came on Christmas Day when we got to hang out with my dad's side of the family. Things were always so much crazier and lively on my dad's side. Plus, I had more cousins around my age to hang out with. Everyone was there. No one had moved too far away, yet (except for us) and as a kidI have no memory of family feuds that would come with the passage of time. We did get a Nintendo from my uncle which bugged my parents, because they didn't want us to have one at the time. That was it for bad feelings. I'm sure that there had to have been some sadness and upset, because it was only two years after my grandad and brother had died. Even so, I couldn't tell. I was just so excited to be with all these people that I loved so much. I'm glad that children can't usually perceive how things change over time . The world was so small and perfect in my eyes. It couldn't get any better.
But, it did! It SNOWED!!!!! I was in seventh heaven! I know that lots of people hate the snow, but snow has always been so magical to me. I have always felt that the snow falls just for me, because God knows that I love it so much. There are even embarrassing pictures of me as a kid bawling my eyes out because we had to leave the snow. I can't explain it, but I have always had a very special connection with the snow. I love the way that it brings peace and serenity. Everything has to stop for the snow.
As a snow lover, I am definitely in the wrong town! But, to my great pleasure and surprise it has snowed here in Vegas the past two years during the week or two following Christmas. I had spent so many years adding "White Christmas" to my list that it was a dream come true to see the white stuff in my own backyard! I'm not holding my breath for a triple, although it would be nice. I guess, I would hate to lose my snow mysticism by it becoming too normal. I'll just trust that God will send it to me when I need it.
I've never made a "real" snowman. This was my mini version from the snowfall two years ago. He had peppermint eyes (they bleed, so I don't recommend them), a wire mouth and palm leaf arms. He lived in the freezer at the bank for a good month or two. I visited him everyday, but finally had to let him go. At least, I got a picture.
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