I don't remember a lot of Christmases (or much else from my past). I do remember one Christmas Eve. My older sister and I were playing in our room when there was some kind of kerfluffle out in the living room. I think we might've heard a booming Ho-ho-ho. When Mom called us, we ran out to discover soooo many presents under the tree that you could hardly get past. I think that was the year I got my giant frog stuffed animal. Looking back now, it probably wasn't that big, but to me, it was the biggest most wonderful frog ever.
I remember Mom and the older girls baking Christmas cookies. I'm 5 and 10 years behind them, so J was probably 9 and L was probably 14. There was a wonder about it. So special and secret as I gazed at them from my spot by the kitchen entryway.
I remember the years our grandmother came to stay with us for Christmas. My nephew was a toddler at the time and he liked to sit under her walker. On Christmas Day, she took the bows from her presents and stuck them all over her head to make him laugh. It worked. We all laughed. Good times.
I have a vague impression of the years - ones with all five of us kids at home, ones with us and then mates and then grandkids where the house was so full of people you could hardly find a place to sit and open presents. All tumbled together. And it's good. The specifics are gone, but the meat of the memories lingers.
Sure, there were questionable Christmases. Sometimes the bad memories are stronger than the good ones. Which is why we have to work to keep the better memories firmly seated in our heads. They're the only ones that matter.
What's one good memory for you from Christmases Past?