I have almost exclusively great memories of Christmas. In fact, my parents went crazy, every year, getting us, spoiled brats, tons and tons of toys. Many years, it seemed like I got the entire Sears Wish Book wrapped up under the tree.
But more than the endless toys and presents, my mom went decoration kookoo.
It was like a Christmas bomb exploded in the house. There was ne’ery a downstairs surface that was not smudged by red and green. Even the front stairs were loaded with stuffed Santa bears and tiny decorative presents. Which, I have to admit I ofter kicked over while playing action figures there.
My favorite Christmas decoration memory is the year the nativity scenes, of which there were several sets positioned on the long window seat, went missing.
They were there in the morning, then by early evening all the little figures were gone. Vanished. I remember my mom asking me if I had moved them. I do not remember looking away from the atari video game long enough to directly answer her.
After some searching, my mom found all the wise men, the barn animals, the holy family, and the angels all neatly tucked into those brown paper sandwich bags my dad took his PB&J lunch everyday. My little sister, who was maybe four or five that year, had neatly packaged up all the figurines – even the more fragile ceramic ones.
She loaded all the little bags into her Fisher Price orange and yellow shopping cart, which she must have led down the window seat behind her.
She had then pushed the cart over to her dining room corner where she had set up the cash register. Somewhere in the day the whole game was abandoned, but she did not replace the figures to their homes.
It was cute, because she was cute. And it became a story that my parents loved to tell – The year my sister put all the nativity’s in brown paper bags.
This year, Noelle and I went a little Christmas crazy ourselves. The one thing we realized as we unpacked all the ornaments and other decorative ephemera is that we have a very late-70s Christmas scene. At some point we both inherited ornaments and shelf elves from our childhood.
Neither of us have added much to that collection. I mean I did get a sound effect STAR WARS ornament a few years ago, but that is too heavy for our little tree. It just made me think that while we are creating our family holiday memories with each year, so much of what surrounds us, are memories of the past.