Everyone has a special Christmas remembrance from their childhood. When I look back at mine, I have to chuckle. Every Christmas Eve, our family (my four siblings, my folks, and I) would go to my dad’s secretary’s home for a meal. She had two children and we all got along and enjoyed each other. But, before we’d leave our house, my mother always seemed to have a sudden headache. So my dad would load all of us kids into the car to get her some aspirin at a nearby drug store. While we went to the store, she would place all of Santa’s gifts in our large living room.
With aspirin in hand, we’d come home, she’d get in the car, and off we went. We’d return late and be shuffled up a back stairway to fall asleep and wait for Santa to do his good deed. Sure enough, gifts would be there the next morning, just like magic. This went on for years. As I look back on it, I love how my parents had their way of making sure were surprised on Christmas morning.
What memory is special in your mind or what are you doing this Christmas season to make it memorable?