When I think back to child hood Christmases so much was good. I have many wonderful memories and feel so blessed to have been born to such wonderful parents and having such special extended family.
When I really got to thinking about it MANY of my favorite Christmas memories happened at my Grandma's - the one that lived in the house on the lake in the north woods.
Here's some photos of my Gram again - towards the end of her life when she was in a facility due to her Parkinsons.
And here are the photos of her home and the lake again. Anyway, Christmases here were magical as a child. My family and my Gram (my Grandpa died when I was pretty young) and all my aunts and uncles and cousins. My favorite memories here were on Christmas Eve. We would go to the Christmas Eve mass where there would be a live nativity. Then we would come back to the house for a lovely dinner and after gather around the fireplace and the grown-ups would sip Tom & Jerry's and the kiddos would have cocoa. Someone would then just start singing a Christmas song and we'd all join in and keep going this way for a while, when a song would end someone would think of a new one and we'd sing. Some years we would do a build-on story....where someone would start with "Once upon a time" and start making something up for a few lines and then the next person would join in and add a few more lines out loud and we'd go around the whole room. It was often funny to see where the crazy story would take us!! Then the kiddos would be sent off to bed but we'd be so excited we'd talk and giggle until someone yelled at us to get to sleep. We'd often hear reindeer on the roof (some Uncle I'm sure rigged up something to make a noise), but we'd inevitably fall asleep and wake up to the wonder in the living room the next morning.
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But one Christmas there in particular stands out. That Christmas we went to mass and they didn't have a live nativity (with folks playing the roles) - but statues up front and they had baby Jesus in a manger. It was still a very special mass with the beautiful Christmas tree and lights. Some years there would be a knock on the door in the back of church and Santa would come in and greet everyone then come up and acknowledge (bow to) baby Jesus and then leave. But this year there was a knock on the back of church and the doors opened and standing there was a little drummer boy. I learned years later it was a woman dressed like a boy that happened to play the drums really well from the parish. She (He) slowly processed up the aisle playing her drum, increasing in intensity as she went until she got right in front of baby Jesus and played loudly and beautifully for him. Then she bowed to him turned and played the drum down the aisle all the way back out. I pretty much thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.
So that is one that will forever stand out from my youth. Pa rum pum pum pum.
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