Day 6 of the 12 Days of Christmas Project. YOU'RE INVITED!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

The twelve days of Christmas project.

Each day the UNCLE Christmas tree posts in section7mfu
and we'd like all the cousins to come visit and  share a memory of
Christmas' past as a comment, and leave it as a present under the tree.

There's nothing like our treasured memories, they're gifts
that will be with us always!

Give someone a smile with one of your favorite personal
memories, anectotes, or stories, songs...anything from your
Christmas Past, OR even what you're looking forward to this year!

Time to get into the Spirit of Christmas.

(along with some spirits at the Canteen Christmas party!)

Comments

For those of you who lived where it does snow...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

We had our first snow today. Only about an inch, though the snowfall is now changing over to rain. Glad I don't have anywhere to go.

For some reason I still get excited seeing the first snow, and just for a very brief second it makes me feel like a little kid again. All the memories come back of playing and sledding in the snow, building snowmen, having snowball fights. Running with my dog in the snow drifts. She'd always drag me to the deepest one and I'd end up buried up to my hips. I swore that dog laughed and smiled at me when she did that.

Granted reality sets back in quickly for anyone who has to go shovel, clear off the car and perhaps schlep to work. Still, doesn't that first snow just give you a fleeting smile, recalling more innocent times when all we had to do was to go play out in that pristine white stuff drifting down from the sky?

Memories of coming in with frozen fingers and toes and warming up with hot chocolate or Ovaltine? Maybe mom would make you a grilled cheese sandwich, and a bowl of tomato soup. Then you'd get dressed in all your warm layers, go outside and build a snow fort? Sigh.

RE: For those of you who lived where it does snow...

[duckys-lady.livejournal.com]

I lived in Austin, Texas when I was little and it snowed so rarely that the one time we had snow, my parents came and roused my sisters and I from bed at about 4 am so we could see it. It was so fun bundled up in our jackets and mittens and trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue. By morning, it was long gone, but the memory is still there!

RE: For those of you who lived where it does snow...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

That is such a wonderful memory. Thank you for sharing it. :D It's triggering lots of memories for me, that's for sure.

Grandmother's Christmas tableau in the corner bookshelf

[eve_n_furter]

My grandmother used to set up a little Christmas tableau in time for my visit each Christmas when I was little. She used cotton for snow and a round little mirror for a lake, and many ancient and treasured little wood, paper and porcelain figures romping around: a Santa family, elves and beautiful small animals, and kids in winter clothes on skis and small sledges. There were slopes, trees on a hill, a few small houses and a tiny white church.

The tableau used to stand in the sleek teak bookshelf in the corner of their living room, in perfect height for me to look at. I was forbidden to touch or play with the figures: they were too fragile, but I could stand there and just look for hours and hours. I was allowed to wind up a little music box that hung beside them though, to hear it play a crisp and slow "Silent night" and it was wonderful in every sense of the word.

The most magic part was that there were lighting inside the church and houses (teeny tiny electrics adapted by my engineer granddad: this was long before led lights was invented). I stood there and imagined the most wonderful and secrets things happening inside those twinkling windows: candy making, gift giving, those miniature kids playing the most joyful games.

RE: Grandmother's Christmas tableau in the corner bookshelf

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh, that's a wonderful and warm memory. I can picture everything! I can just see you looking into all the houses and imagining the goings on inside. Wow, this is a really treasured memory! Thank you for sharing it today.

RE: Grandmother's Christmas tableau in the corner bookshelf

[eve_n_furter]

My pleasure, and thank you for helping me remember. I miss them very much when I think of them now, but memories like these are true gems to keep and what makes Christmas Christmas.

Re: Grandmother's Christmas tableau in the corner bookshelf

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

So glad his post did that for you. It's good to remember! Still we have to deal with the sad thoughts of what we miss, but the good outweigh the bad, at least we can hope for that.

RE: Grandmother's Christmas tableau in the corner bookshelf

[duckys-lady.livejournal.com]

That's a wonderful memory! I think our generation was very lucky with the traditions and the ability to let our imaginations run wild and create such wonderful stories.

Re: Grandmother's Christmas tableau in the corner bookshelf

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

If ever there was a truer statement. With all the high tech electronics etc. I think the imagination has been fairly destroyed for kids today. Shame Christmas isn't old fashioned the way it used to be....though our parents (and grand parents) probably said the same thing about our Christmases. "D

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

As one of five children, Christmas morning always started early. When we were little, we all slept in the same room and whoever woke first was required to wake everyone else. One year we were caught sneaking downstairs to see what Santa had brought us at 4 in the morning, much to the annoyance of our parents who subsequently forbade us to go downstairs until at least 6 o'clock. Great aunt Vera and Great uncle Kenny always gave each of us a tin of assorted biscuits as a Christmas present and these were left at the ends of our beds. It became a tradition on Christmas morning to have a Grand Biscuit Swap in the time between when we woke up and when we were allowed downstairs. My older sister always had the biscuits filled with jam, my older brother the Bourbon biscuits, my little brother and I shared the shortbread biscuits, and my little sister, too small to really have favourites, hopped from bed to bed, being snuggled and cuddled and allowed to choose whichever biscuits she wanted by her older siblings. :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, the memories just keep getting better and better. I had only 2 brothers, one 7 years older the other 12 years older, so I was the baby who woke everyone up!

Tins of biscuits sounds so wonderful. My dad and I loved short bread.

Thanks for sharing this wonderful story.

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

It was nice to remember it. I had a big smile on my face as I was typing.
Thank you for this opportunity to share such precious memories. :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

This is exactly what I was hoping this project would do...bring some smiles to everyone who wrote and read. Really glad you joined in.

We have six more days to go, so please share as much as you like!