When I was a kid I used to count the days, even the minutes until
Christmas. I loved everything about it, singing Christmas carols,
shopping, the snowy cold New England weather, making all kinds
of cookies and of course, the presents. To be really honest, I didn't like
decorating the tree but all the other stuff was right up my alley.
Christmas Eve was more than I could handle. We always went to my
grandparents in the Berkshire hills of Western Massachusetts. The
adults loved the food and all the jabber around the table. Us kids
loved playing and of course opening presents. I remember all the way
home I used to look into the sky looking for a Santa sighting. I
never saw him! Me and my sisters and brother couldn't wait until we
got home, dying to crawl into bed and wait for Santa.
I still Iove the spirit of Christmas and just like the big folks at my
grandparents on Christmas Eve, I love the food and all the jabber
around the table. Mostly what I love is getting together with friends and
family. I guess that what it means to grow up.
Have a very Merry Christmas!
Joanne
