MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

MERRY CHRISTMAS

I wish each of you a very Merry Christmas!

Congratulations to last week's WORDLESS WEDNESDAY winner: RITA!

I liked her answer entitled: 

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ROMANCE BOOKS ARE PAGE TURNERS

(For obvious reasons, I loved this answer!)

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There will be no Wordless Wednesday today or next week, but WW will resume again on January 7th. 

In the meantime, relax and enjoy the holiday season!

And please enjoy this video that reminds us of the reason we celebrate Christmas!

             

HOLIDAY MEMORIES

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This time of year always makes me think of my Grandparents. They made Christmas a magical experience every single year of my childhood. When they passed several years ago and I was asked to write something for their memorial service, the memories overwhelmed me. I thought I'd share with you what I wrote for them. 

The House on Nicholas Drive

This is a picture of me in front of Grandma Jean and Papa’s house.

It was my ‘special turn,’ which meant time alone with my Grandparents.

I am standing by their juniper bushes on Nicholas Drive. I’m wearing the brand new first day of 

school outfit they bought for me.

I loved that outfit.

To this day, the smell of juniper  bushes reminds me of

Grandma Jean and Papa.

When I look at this picture, I want to say to my younger  self, ‘turn and run to them and give them 

a big hug, tell them you love them. Someday they won’t be there anymore.’

But, alas, childhood doesn’t see the

big picture. I thought

the house on Nicholas Drive

would always be there with Grandma Jean and Papa waiting to greet me. Inside, the tables would be 

set and a grand feast would soon be served. 

Christmas Eve at Nicholas Drive

was a highlight in my life. Papa always wore his red vest and played Santa—handing out all the gifts as we opened them one at a time. Grandma Jean always served snowballs for dessert.

I’ve never seen them sold anywhere; it was a magical concoction that was known only to her.

I tried to make them once, but they didn’t turn out—the magic wasn’t there.

I dream of the house on Nicholas Drive sometimes.

I wish my children could experience at least one Christmas Eve there.

Grandma Jean used to give me Black Jack gum, the stick kind. It was black and licorice flavored. 

She also gave me Fresca to drink. These were more of the magical treats that only existed at her house. 

Papa gave me rides on his knee that always ended with, ‘shave and a haircut, two bits!’

I still don’t know why.

But, after he said it he’d straighten his leg and I’d slip down just as if I was on a slide.

Grandma Jean and Papa’s love for one another

will always be one of the greatest examples I have ever seen of a happy marriage.

The saying, ‘nothing is constant but change,’ begins to have new meaning as I must say goodbye to 

my grandparents. An era, a generation is gone and I mourn the loss from my life.

But, I will see them again and something tells me that the next greeting will be even better than 

the one I always received at

the house on Nicholas Drive.