Childhood Memories

Well, Christmas has come and gone, and I wonder if our kids and grand-kids will have some more fond memories, safely tucked away in their minds and hearts from this year? I will remember this Christmas, as the one without Brad and Krystal with us.:( I will remember the excitement in Angie's eyes as we put up all the decorations. I will remember little Jenny looking at the decorated tree, shaking her head and saying NO, NO, and then snatching an ornament off the tree so fast, that we couldn't even catch her.
Yes, Christmas seems to hold more memories than most holidays. Since our decorations are always such a big deal to put up, it is even a bigger deal putting them away, so... we have them up at least till the middle of January. I really don't care, actually I like it! I must be a little kid at heart.

 

Memories of Childhood by Robert T. Birkinshaw

He's all dressed but his shoes.
He even pulled on his own socks.
It makes no difference
That they're inside out
And that the heel of the sock
Is on the top of his foot
Because he did it all by himself.

Patiently he sits,
Waiting for his mother to
Finish the dishes and tie his shoes.

Swinging his little legs back and forth
And trying to learn how to whistle
Help him pass the time.

But the sky is blue, and
There is a gentle breeze
Coming through the screen door
Which beckons him to come out to
play.

"How long is a minute?" he asks,
His mother tells him to watch
The clock on the wall to see
The tiny second hand go in a circle.

He wanted to be sure to see, so
He climbed upon a chair and
Traced the movement with his finger.

"Christmas is the day that holds all time together."  ~ Alexander Smith

"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time."    ~ Laura Ingalls Wilder