Oh how I love Christmas! It's my favorite time of the year!
I love the Christmas carols, the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping (it's much less tiring now that I go in my wheelchair!)
I love all the Christmas specials on TV. My favorite one when I was young was "I Remember Mama" I just loved their Christmas show about Dagmar sneaking out to the barn on Christmas Eve to hear the animals talk at midnight.
I also loved hanging up our stockings.
When we were kids, we had the best stockings to hang up! One year when my kids were young, I asked my mother where she got them. Well, it seems that my aunt was a nurse at the hospital and when they took the patients to surgery, they put these stockings on their feet!
All the nurses brought them home for their kids at Christmas! I'm sure glad I didn't know that back then!
Two things are special to us at Christmas,
One is the nativity from South America that we put on the mantel
and the other is the Christmas tree. Picking out the right tree is a very big deal. When my children were young, I asked them what would they rather have, all the presents or the Christmas tree.They both chose the tree, so every year we go on a quest to find the perfect tree. One year we found a bird's nest in our tree! (That is supposed to be good luck!)
Last year we were so disappointed when we put the tree up, I was sure that the man put the wrong tree on our car! There was a bald spot in it and the trunk was crooked. Somehow Christmas worked it's magic and once we put our family ornaments and lights on it, it was a sight to behold!
Taking the tree down after Christmas is always so sad so this year we are going to put it in the backyard and string popcorn and roll pinecones in peanut butter and seed for the birds and squirrels to enjoy!
The wrapping is almost done (with a lot of help from everyone) and soon we will be baking cookies and I will be making my applesauce bread. This year I am making gingerbread for the gingerbread house that we are going to make.
I wonder just how many Christmas were celebrated here at the old stone house. When Albert's family was here there were six children!
There must have been a lot of excitement on Christmas morning.
I wish that he were here to share his stories with us. I know there were so many left untold.
Last year on Christmas Eve, when everyone was asleep I thought I heard someone talking downstairs. I tiptoed down the stairs, but no one was there, just our faithful dog, Chelsea, Tallulah the guinea pig, and Reilly the parakeet. They looked at me as if wondering what I was doing up in the middle of the night. I went back up the stairs thinking it would be nice if the animals did talk on Christmas Eve. I smiled as I climbed into bed. I was glad there were gifts under the tree for all of them and then I drifted off to sleep.
All of us here at the old stone house wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a healthy, happy New Year!!!
Tish and family