My Memory Of Christmas

This year, I decided to spend my Christmas the way I spend my life.  Alone.

At 66 years old, soon to be 67, I decided it was high time I spent Christmas the way I wanted and remembered.

I remember our Christmas tree never went up before Christmas Eve.  And we were always at home, as a family.  Never running from house to house, showing off what we had or what we expected to get the next day.

When I got home from school – No.  We didn’t have two weeks off for Christmas – the living room of our house had been transformed.  The tree was up and had all these most amazing ornaments, that I haven’t been able to find, until recently.

And later in the evening, my mother would be in the kitchen, finishing off the deserts, especially her unbelievably, made from scratch ,fudge,  What intrigued me the most by this, was that she was happy.  She was smiling the whole time she was working.  She’d shoo me out of the kitchen and she’d just go at it while I sat in the front room, ogling her water filled Christmas Ornaments.

I loved Christmas, even though the most we ever go,t, except for one notable Christmas, that my mother wasn’t happy about, was one toy and a bag filled with mixed nuts, an orange, and an apple.

I have missed those quiet little Christmases, when it was about Jesus and our Salvation, and not about the sixty inch television or the haul of presents.


A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404 – A Novel of Aviation Disaster
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared saga Book 3)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November  A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust – A Second Chance Love Story
Eleanor Grunsback – An Ugly Woman’s Love Story

A Woman’s Voice: A Little Book of Poems
STALKED! By Voices
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth



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