No matter how many Bing Crosby songs I hear, no matter how many twinkle lights I see, and no matter how many cookies I consume, it never really feels like Christmas until I go to my grandparents' house.
My grandmother is 80, has six children, 7 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren. Every year, we all convene at her house to celebrate and see who can score the most homemade caramels. The highlight for many of us, though, is her vintage decorations. My dad is the oldest at 60, and he remembers almost all of the trimmings from his childhood. The santas, elves, ornaments and angels are from the early part of the century, and many of them belonged to my great-grandmother. It's as if time stopped, and it's such a wonderful feeling to know that they've brought joy to so many generations.
Seeing my grandparents surrounded by their large family is my favorite part of the holidays, and a reminder to cherish what's important.
Nichole, Little Brown Pen
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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