Christmas Memories

Since today is December 1st, I have decided to blog everyday for the month.  I was inspired by one of my very best friends in the universe and her amazing feat of blogging for a month. Which, by the way, you did a wonderful job, Becky!  Her blog posts are MUCH more entertaining than mine (not to mention written from across the globe).  So my blogging for the month is going to be a reflection of memories from Christmases past.

Christmas Eve Night-mare :)

When I was a little girl, we used to spend Christmas eve with my 2 aunts and my cousins Ross and Jenny in the city.  Here is a picture of Jenny and I on my very first Christmas.  I was 9 months old.

I have so many memories from those Christmases that I will be sharing, but one that stands out in my mind is the year that I had the crud scared out of me.  My cousin Jenny and I were in bed listening to a Christmas book (which incredibly they still publish and I bought a copy for Brian!  It is a scratch and sniff) when the grown ups thought it would be a good idea to make us think Santa was at the house.  So my grandpa went outside the bedroom door and banged on pots and pans so that we would think Santa was really there!  I remember pretending to be excited, but inside I was FREAKING OUT.

You see, I was always terrified of Santa.  In fact, it's safe to say I was relieved when I found out the man wasn't real.  I mean, I appreciated his gifts, but preferred to be out of the house when he dropped them off.

So maybe it was just me who was scared to death of all the commotion outside the window.  Or maybe Jenny was scared too.  Who knows?  Looking back, it was one of my best memories because my grandpa went to such creative lengths to make us happy and give us a special Christmas memory.  Thank you, Papa.