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Share Your Childhood Christmas Memories
Or your childhood Holiday Season memories
With Christmas approaching, I thought it would be fun to share some of my childhood memories of Christmas and invite you to do the same.
I realize that not everyone celebrates Christmas, so please feel free to share your holiday season memories also. I would love to hear them.
My earliest memory of Christmas was when I was very young. Each year, my family would pack everything in the car and drive an hour to my Grandmother’s tiny bungalow house in Flint, Michigan. One Christmas, I was trying unsuccessfully to sleep in one of my Grandmother’s two bedrooms.
I was lying near a window, looking out at the night sky. I saw a light moving in the distance and wondered if it was Santa Claus. That innocent belief is something we lose quickly as children. But for some reason, I never forgot that moment.
As my brother and I got older, we graduated to sleeping in the upstairs room. My Grandfather was a carpenter, and he had finished off the attic using cedar boards. It smelled great! But he didn’t install heat. So my mother would put an electric blanket (and a couple of additional blankets) on the bed and turn it on before my brother and I went to bed.
