The rules are to write about a holiday memory. It can be fiction or non-fiction, and the choice of holiday is yours (fictional holidays are okay too). Perhaps you can invent an annoying relative. Maybe you knew someone who actually got a lump of coal in their stocking. Or there's always the tale of Nilatir, Sword-Hero Evinrude, and the feast of Sam'X.
Each post should be less than 1000 words if possible.
Here are the participants for this month. Please be sure to check out their Holiday Memories as well.
pyrosama
AbielleRose
writingismypassion
Domoviye
Areteus
Alynza - you are here :)
SuzanneSeese
Robeiae
SinisterCola
MamaStrong
kimberlycreates
Cath
AuburnAssassin
Diana Rajchel
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Memories of Christmas
Christmas is my favorite holiday and not just because of the
presents. It's the time of the year to celebrate the birth of Jesus with family and friends.
What I remember most is putting our tree up together as a
family. I always picked out our Snow White ornament to put on the
tree. Somehow, I had proclaimed it was mine along with a few other oddball
ornaments. Both of my older sisters and I would carefully place the glass balls
on the limbs and throw silvery shreds of that hanging “icicle” stuff while the
usual Christmas music played in the background. After the tree was up with all four strands of
lights and decorations, my dad would lift up one of us girls to put the star on
top. It was a big job back then and all three of us would fight over whose turn
it was.
After it was all said and done, my favorite spot was beneath
the tree. There wasn’t much room, but as a kid, I could squeeze all the way
under there and look up through the fake branches. I always thought it was one
of the most beautiful things I would ever see. It was somehow soothing and I took plenty of naps under the Christmas
tree through the years. To this day, I still get the urge to crawl under the
tree and look up to watch the lights twinkle across the ornaments.
And who could forget the smells of Christmas! The smell of
snow that’s on the verge of falling, or the pine needles outside bristling
with the wind. On Christmas morning there were plenty of smells of honey ham
baking in the oven, pancakes and bacon on the stove, strong coffee brewing, and
the delicious pies. My mom usually went overboard with the pies! We would have
chocolate silk, vanilla custard, cookies & cream, apple crisp, strawberry
cream cheese and apricot cream cheese pies. Oh and I can’t forget my dad’s
famous homemade fudge, buckeyes and hard tack candy! We all helped bake cookies
and then swapped cookies, candy and pies with relatives.
Did I mention I love Christmas? (and pie) :)
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©Alynza Smith 2011
I remember the lights and the faint smell of pine. How the tree glowed in the dark, yeah those were fond memories from my Xmas past. I can imagine doing the same when I was a child.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
You make me want to eat pancakes and bacon in the snow. How'd that happen?
ReplyDeleteVery lovely and nostalgic!
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ReplyDeletelol Thanks Diane! I got the bad habit of dipping crispy bacon in syrup from my dad. Oh the memories...
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Ralfast. :)
I've never crawled under the tree, but I've always enjoyed staring at the Christmas tree with all the other lights in the house off. Sitting in a room with nothing but the glow of Christmas lights reflecting off the ornaments to light the room is still soothing... nice post!
ReplyDeleteI'm hungry. My grandmother lived with us and she always got up first, waking us with the sound of her getting the turkey ready. I miss those days. Wonderful post.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Charity & Sue. :)
ReplyDeleteMan, now I'm starving. Since I don't see my family members that like to cook as often as I used to, the holidays are now more an exercise in ordering out and sandwiches than anything else.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet! And now I'm hungry... :)
ReplyDeleteI love Christmas and pie as well! I used to crawl under the tree and look up also. You're never too old to do that.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I am not the only one who liked being under the tree! I would always get distracted while setting up the Nativity Scene and look up between the branches.
ReplyDeleteThose are sweet memories. I love to see my kitty hanging out sleeping under the tree...reminds me of when I used to do the same as you.
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