Memories from the Mindless
I love Christmas time. I love the way that the house starts to smell like yummy goodies cooking and how my thoughts turn to other. I think this happens at this time of year more than any other time of year. Or maybe I am just a selfish gal and this is the only time that I can break out of my warm, self-loving cocoon. But I love sneaking around getting presents for other people and hiding the presents around the house so that snooping eyes will not find them and play with them. Under the tree is just to obvious a hiding place.
My mom used to make suckers every year. One time we read in Little House on the Prairie that they made sugar candy by drizzling hard candy syrup in dishes of snow. We tried it one year and ended up with little peppermint zig zags of candy. They were more fun than the normal suckers and I loved them and their different designs.
I love to watch the snow softly fall to the earth swirling and gently landing. I love the way that snow tastes and am so excited to teach my baby how to eat it, and sled in it and make snow angels. I am excited for him to realize that there are different seasons; seasons of green and buds and new life, seasons of warmth and fun, seasons of red and brown and seasons of snow and cold and snow and reindeer and new presents and Santa that loves him.
He loves the Christmas tree. I have ornaments at the bottom of the tree that he pulls off daily and I put them back on everyday. They are ornaments that my mom made my grandma, when my grandma died my mom gave them to me. I did not put them up for a couple years because they were not up to my designer standards, they are made of plastic canvas. However, I could not throw them away because they are heirlooms now. I love them this year, even with their funny little faces and toothpick fairy wands. This year they mean more to me, and the design is not so important. I love the thought of four generations of people playing with these ornaments. I love the thought of the many Christmases these little ornaments have seen. These ornaments were around when I was a child and now they are around for my child to play with and maybe if we are careful, they can see Gentry’s babies through there Christmas.