The Way it Was, Christmas Past

I still remember a few of my childhood Christmases. Magical feelings, butterflies of happy expectations, for Santa’s visit.

It does not just seem a simpler time, it was, less choices and my wants were few.  I always received what I really wanted.  Even as a child I loved the family Christmas at Aunt Martha Jane’s.  This was a present for me too.

Our Christmas trees came from the nearby woodlands.  Sand Pine or Loblolly, short needle pines.

Thinking back as I often do now, it was simpler because I had no responsibilities.  I came. I saw. I received. I played and played and played.  A very happy time.

All of the important adults of my wonderful memories are gone now.  

I return often to see my family, entertain the memories, smell the scent of a short needle pine Christmas tree.  Cast a hungry eye remembering the plentiful feast prepared for this special gathering.  I have always loved good southern food.

The adult family members gathered around the fireplace returning to their childhood Christmases.  Wishing now I had written down these stories.

My child’s eye view of Christmas is both real and fairy tale.  I like to remember the way it was.