Today is December first and the beinning of the holiday season for me. There is just something about the word December that provokes memories of the season. I have been very busy preparing new stories for my December performances. Escited to have so many news one to add to my list.
The season makes me remember all those wonderful holidays that have past, along with those who have been in my life and in my past. I am greatful to have so many memories of Christmas. I remember that as a child I would race home on the last day of school because my grandparents would have gone out and gotten the tree. When I opened the front door of my home, the aroma of pine permeated the air, not to mention the smell of Grandma popping corn for us to string to adorn the tree. The hot chocolate was cooking on the stove...none of that instant stuff. Real cocoa and marshmallows and whipped cream.
The tree was always GIANT size...or at least so I thought as a youngster. We would unwrap each carefully wrapped ornament and find just the perfect spots to hang each and every one. We would like to Bing Crosby sing on the phonograph. We would sing along and laugh and cry. Grandma always seem tobome more solemn on that day. One day when asked why? She told me because she had lost her mother at that time of year and was thinking of her. I didn't really get the emtions behind it all until I was much older. I can't imagine losing your mother at the age of 13. Whe became the mom of the family. It was she who made sure all the festivities took place. She continued it on with her children and then with the grandchildren and even later with great-grandchildre. When I trim my Christmas tree...I think of them beside me. Just like in the song that Bing Croby sang. On my tree hangs a cookoo clock representing her. She loved that clock and each time I place it on my tree I remember those days of long ago. When the clocks were all set at different times and they coocooked all over the place and drove us crazy, the times they clucked their sound and the door would open and any youn man visiting with me would be told it was 10 o'clock and any decent young man woulld know that it was time to leave. O that clock!!
Christmas was time for making handmade gifts and jellies and cookies and cakes. Yarn and ribbon were always aplenty in my home. Grandma taught me so many things. Like how one should love one another. How inportant it was to follow tradition. How greatful were needed to be for all things...great and small.
Today we hear Christmas music on the raidio...now even before Thanksgiving....my question is..."Why not the 12 days of Christmas?" Has the new generation forgotten them? Christmas begins with Christmas Day! December is just the holiday season...a time to prepare. Seems like the day after Christmas every sign of Christmas is gone! I am sure that I am not the only one who would love to hear Christmas music for the 12 days of Christmas when all the hustle and the bustle is behind us and we can take time to enjoy our friends and family. Well, this year I am making it a point. I am playing Christmas Carols and celebrating the old fashioned way. In fact...I think I might just go pop some popcorn tight now. Look out needle and thread...here I come!!!