Christmas is thirteen days away today, which makes me nervous somehow, even anxious, unsure why as it has been something of a disappointment since I was young. Recall being so excited that I couldn't sleep as my Father stole into our bedrooms and hung Christmas stockings on our bedposts, after he had rung sleigh bells outside to indicate that Santa's sleigh had arrived.
The stockings had been handmade by my grandmother and each had our names embroidered on them, there was always a tangerine, a laura secord striped candy stick, a small toy, a wrapped piece of homemade fudge, a pair of knitted mittens and a small children's book.
Don't suppose that I can ever recreate the Christmas's I had as a child, nor would I want to as it could only ever be a copy. My entire extended family, including grandparents lived nearby. They would visit on Christmas eve after midnight mass, bringing plates of sandwiches, oysters, oranges, lobster, roasted nuts and homemade candy. While some ate, others wrapped gifts, some cooked, many took out musical instruments and sang christmas songs.
Most every adult could play an instrument, and others danced, teaching the children steps. Everyone sang, and neighbors came by in the middle of the night, to dance or eat or bring gifts. The entire tiny street's residents went caroling with candles, and all were invited in for a warm mulled wine.
It seems another time and another place now, all these years later. One that I can't hope to recreate, sometimes I wonder if it was even real as everything since pales in comparison. Yet the fact that I experienced such 'old-fashioned' Christmases as a child has given me something that makes me smile and enjoy the holidays no matter the circumstances. This year will be a quiet holiday, the tree and outside lights are up, the stockings are hung
and some of the food is already prepared and in the freezer. I'm making catnip toys for the cats, and a special meal for that day.