Many years ago when my mother’s sisters came home from the orphanage they were grateful to spend Christmas with us in our home.
My grandparents were ill and poor, but everyone loved them as they
remember what kind hearts they were before they fell ill and lost work.
My Aunts helped with the chores for the Christmas approaching.
My Mother didn’t have to ask. My Dad asked them if they would like
to help pick out a Christmas Tree. So delighted they brought me along.
Kind and loving Aunts they always were to me. Later that evening my Mama cooked popcorn for us to string around our tree.
Mama brought down the ornaments from her grandmother, and Dad strung the bright colored lights. We also had the bubble candle lamps the longer they were on the more they would bubble. Our city was a bit behind the times we still had the gas candelabras on either side of the archway going into the dining room.
Then that Christmas Eve we all went to church. The choir sang so beautiful, and we joined in. Everyone dressed in their very best clothes. Young girls loved the velvet dresses, and the boys liked their vests under their sport coat.
Now getting ready for bed they told me the Santa story and about the elves. All the cookies were baked and Mama always stuffed the figs with walnuts, and rolled them in powder sugar. For trays with ribbon candy and
other little goodies, and chocolates.
Those times are so dear to me, the Love of Jesus, and Santa bringing toys. Christmas dinner was so fine, with all the trimmings. We had both
grandparents over for the Christmas dinner.
And we were expected to go to their homes for their Christmas dinners also, days after. Angel hair adorned their trees with pine cones and homemade trimmings. It was always enjoyable to visit my grandparents homes. vibrant with Christmas music, and scents of lemon, orange and cinnamon. Everyone back then burnt incense, and lit candles. I just love the memories of time past.
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