When y'all read this it'll be Christmas Day. Hope y'all have a wonderful day with your family. Let's take a day to remember what Christmas is supposed to be about. The birth of Jesus Christ. The son of God who would be crucified at age 32 so forgiveness of our sins.
Growing up Christmas was about Christ and family. The people we are bonded to by blood and sometimes by choice. I have warm memories of Christmas dinner. My mom and I made fudge which would be a gift. Pies for Christmas. A ham in the oven, mashed potatoes, corn, green bean casserole and my aunt would bring rolls with a relish tray. Crackers and cheese alongside chips and dip. I almost forgot deviled eggs. Breakfast was cereal. I wasn't going to fill up and miss out on the feast. I don't remember the gifts. I just don't. I remember sharing a meal with my late aunt and uncle. Every year he would start at Thanksgiving threatening to get me a drumset. I would be disappointed each year until I realized he was teasing my mom. Boy would she get worked up.
So this year we will have a similar menu. Next year will be twenty years since my dad passed on. I miss him greatly. 2023 will be the ten year mark for my mom's passing. I guess the older I get the more I miss the people who have passed on.
In 2001 I had the one and only holiday season with my maternal grandparents. It was the first time Grams and Grandpa had been to Florida. It was their first holiday season without snow. I remember Grams having a fresh orange for the first time. She had juice running down her arms. She enjoyed it so much. We made cashew clusters and fudge. She helped make all three holiday meals. That was also my first birthday with her. Again, I don't remember the gifts specifically. I remember the scents that flowed through the house. It was truly wonderful.
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