Christmas memories...
...lying under the Christmas tree, staring up into the branches and thinking it was like a little forest of lights, a magical world...
...the painful burn of hot peanut brittle under my hands as I stretched it, pulled it, making thin little threads of sugary goodness...
...dim-bright mornings, waiting for my sister to finish putting on her makeup so that we could open our presents...
...the first year I played Santa, staying up till 3 am wrapping and getting everything ready... and my son's eyes when he saw all the presents...
...candles in church, the hot wax dripping onto the circular cardboard protecter...
I hope you have a wonderful holiday.
2 comments:
Sophie looks wicked scared of Santa.
And what was your sister doing putting makeup on before opening presents? My sister and I were up at 4am every Christmas morning with bedhair and pajamas, ready to go.
Maybe we were a little too excited.
In my own defense, I was a vain teenager who knew our dad would be ready with his camera and could not have my unkempt self recorded for posterity. Besides, it was the eighties. That huge hair and sparkly purple makeup took TIME, man!
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