The night before Christmas…

Growing up, my grandparents had a barn on their property. I have no idea what they originally used it for (anyone?) but it became the place that we gathered for Christmas. My grandparents on my momma’s side had eleven children. Add in their significant others and a few dozen (50ish?!) grandkids and Christmas became a rather large event. There was never a discussion about what to do or where to go – we always gathered at my grandparent’s barn.

The grandkids were all gifted wooden stools with their names engraved and a burlap sack. We all brought our stools to sit on while opening gifts. My grandma always arranged a gift exchange between the grandkids and one for the adults. One of my uncles would dress up as Santa and handed out gifts.

The sacks were filled to the very top with gifts from my grandparents. Each grandkid collected something that my grandma decided when we were born. My collection was brass and my sack was always loaded up with different types of brass, mostly antiques, that I would display on a huge shelf in my room and play with all the time.

The gift exchange was no joke. We would sit on our stools for hours while the presents that spread across half of the barn slowly grew smaller as our collection around us grew bigger. There were tons of laughs, lots of hugs and some of the most amazing memories. I would usually fall asleep in the car on the way home, believing whole-heartedly that I could hear Santa’s bells ringing high above.

Since moving to Florida, we spend Christmas Eve with Joe’s family. Though the setting is different and the family is smaller, the love and laughter is there. My cheeks hurt tonight from smiling so big and laughing so hard. We enjoy a fabulous meal of Italian food prepared by Joe’s mom, indulge in cannolis and share gifts that we thought hard about giving each other. We even have a tradition of giving out a bag of coal to one person each year based on something silly or funny that they did that year.

Tonight was no different with the exception of my momma joining in on the fun. I have been enjoying this past week with her here but this is the first Christmas that we have spent together in well over a decade. Having her here and buying matching jammies means so much to me.

And then there’s Jacob. Every age I say “this is the best!” but this age…oh, how I love it. He is truly becoming his own little person, talking and asking questions and learning more and more. He has been counting the “sleeps” until Christmas & Santa and he even left out cookies (cooooo-kkkeeess), milk and a carrot tonight. 

One of his gifts tonight from grandma and grandpa was a pair of binoculars. Although he enjoyed his other gifts, these went around his neck and he didn’t let go. He played with them all night and even looked for Santa in the car on the way home. When snuggling in bed tonight, his excitement was palpable. He looked at me and said, “Momma, I look for Santa?” Sure, love bug. He lifts up the binoculars and looks through the half window above the curtains. “Santa, where are yoooouuuuuuu….hohoho (deeper voice)…Oh! I shink he’s ouside.”  I am fairly certain we did that routine for about 45 minutes (and one potty trip!) before he looked at me, kissed me and said “I go to seep so Santa comes” and rolled over. Oh, be still my heart.

This Christmas is special, like all others. But it’s filled with more love, laughter and snuggles than I know how to contain. I can’t help but smile ear to ear as my mom, Joe and I sit by the light of Jacob’s little Christmas tree.

Merry Christmas to all of you. May you each be gifted the blessing of love and happiness this holiday season and always. Spread the love!

“It’s Christmas!”

christmas-120116Growing up, we had one Christmas tree in our house. It always stood in front of the picture window facing out towards the street, for all to see. We would even rearrange our furniture if a couch or chair was in front of the window when we were setting up our tree.

When I moved to Florida, I learned that multiple Christmas trees in a home is quite common. This was the first that I had heard of it and over the years I’ve loved watching people have multiple trees in their homes that had different themes. It was like Christmas in every room – something that seemed so wonderful to me.

This week, we took Jacob to pick out a tree. Every year with him is fun and I love sharing traditions – new and old – with him. But this year…oh, this year is so wonderful. At this age, he is understanding and asking questions and making his own…fun in the world! We went to pick out a tree and he walked up and down the aisles, arms outstretch and head turning side to side saying “These are nice! Look how nice!” It made me laugh & smile & tear up all at once. He had a ball “hiding” in the trees and got very excited as Joe pulled out different ones to see which Jacob loved. Oh, it was all so wonderful.

After we had chosen a tree, we started to make our way up front towards the registers. To our left, we spotted mini Christmas trees. Jacob immediately ran up and started picking up the different trees because they were his height. They were so cool!! I don’t remember ever seeing “little” trees like that before and we couldn’t pass them up. Jacob picked out his own tree out and even helped carry it to out.

We typically put the big tree in front of the bay window because I love that it can be seen through the window. It causes such a beautiful blue and white glow. But we spend most of our time in the tv room, which is decorated but doesn’t typically house a tree. So, Jacob’s tree solved that dilemma! His tree fits perfectly in the room and helps to create the Christmas feel.

When unpacking the box that holds Christmas ornaments last night, Joe found a cd. Upon seeing it, it made my heart swell. Half a lifetime ago, my uncle used to make Christmas cd’s for us every year. It’s filled with the classics and he would make a new one for every year. With 10 brothers and sisters and tons of nieces and nephews, this wasn’t an easy task for him. But he did it without complaint every year and we would always listen to it in the car driving around upstate New York to get in the Christmas spirit. Joe immediately popped it into the cd player while we decorated the tree. We sang, we danced and we spun Jacob around to the music. He giggled & smiled & even picked out his own ornaments to help decorate his little tree.

When we were all done decorating the trees and the cd was over, it was time for bed. Despite that fact, Jacob refused to take off his Santa hat. The little munchkin fell asleep with it on. I can’t think of a better way to end November and start off this wonderful holiday just right.

As Jacob says, arms outstretched, “It’s Christmas!”