Momma's Christmas tree. The crown jewel of her life's efforts.Here in Utah, we have all been dying for the summer to come. I'm pretty sure Spring snuck through here undetected because it has felt like one big, fat, winter. Even so, I am writing some Christmas songs at the moment and I need some inspiration. Do you have a story or memory you could share with me about Christmas time? Perhaps you have experienced a birth or a death or a hilarious series of events during the holiday season. It doesn't matter. I just need stories! Leave a quick one in the comments, or send a more lengthy one to my manager, Joe Meservy at joe@hungrytigeragency.com. He'll make sure that I get it. Thanks and Feliz Navidad!
P.S. This reminds me, once my little sister tried to poison one of my older sisters with some holly berries when they were kids. There's a Christmas song for ya!
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You should sing about all the food. Every year at my grandmas everybody in my family cooks something and brings it to her house on Christmas Eve. The food, obviously apart from my family, is my favorite part about Christmas.
ReplyDeleteI asked for timey tell but got flip wilson-Geraldine instead. I pulled the strong and it said the ugly people know who they are, don't they. I was only five. Last year my husband found a flip doll on eBay and surprised me with it!
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My husband always buys my daughter so many presents that I say "It looks like Santa threw up in our house." But that doesn't make a nice song. Love the NEW song idea!
ReplyDeleteHey Mindy - Jess Cope here. I came home from my mission on December 18th (exactly one week before Christmas). My mom and family had kept writing me asking me what I wanted for Christmas so that when I came home, I'd have gifts to open. I wanted NOTHING more than to be with family once again. To be "home for Christmas" was the only wish of my heart. I needed to hear the voices of my parents, smell the smells of home, and lay on the couch with Bing Crosby in the background. I had been gone doing good things, but it was time to be with loved ones. No gift under the tree could match it.
ReplyDeleteI always sneak out to my livingroom at night to look at the beautiful tree we spent so much time decorating. and also the beautiful silence. It is very inspirational to me. good luck!
ReplyDeleteJust a quick one from this past Christmas... we were trying to teach our girls (3 and 7) about Christmas surprises and how to keep it that way when we came up with this idea. "When anyone asks you what you got them for Christmas tell them 'pancakes'." The girls went one step further and bought their Daddy a box of pancake mix... "because, Mommy, it's good to always tell the truth!"
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a teenager, we went to a ward Christmas Eve Party. When we returned our front door was busted down. Presents were stolen. Of course, I was more worried about why they had rifled through my underwear drawer...sickos! Anyway, it turned out to be a very special Christmas. We didn't have much to begin with, then we had nothing and yet it seemed like we had everything.
ReplyDeleteA few memories... LOVE driving around to see Christmas lights... all the different ways that people decorate their homes, the time and effort they put into making it beautiful for the holidays. A "holiday drive" might be a fun song of sorts!
ReplyDeleteAlso one year in particular that my parents didn't have a lot of money my sisters and I wrapped up things we already had. It made my little brothers mad at first, my parents laughed and we all came out with an appreciation of what we already had. Not to mention that my sisters and I had more fun wrapping gifts that night than we ever have in my memory. We were laughing so hard!!
I served a mission in inner city Philadelphia many moons ago. I was weeks away from coming home at Christmas time and told my family to send nothing as I didn't want to pack it. It was my most memorable Christmas as it was ALL about giving. We had a couple serving as missionaries in our tiny branch and they had arranged for quilts to be made for all the members in our branch. We delivered those along with homemade goodies and the looks on the faces of the people was priceless. I also had a sweet companion from Barbados who had no support from home. I used some extra $$ I had and bought her new clothes, shoes, jewelry and put it under the tree from Santa. She sobbed as she opened it as she had never had so many presents.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time we were at my uncle's house at Christmas, and he was saying the prayer over dinner. Except someone forgot to turn the music off. For some reason it was playing "In the Hall of the Mountain King" by Edvard Grieg (at Christmas? Yeah I know). Which wasn't so bad at the beginning, because it's quiet, but the prayer kept going and the music kept rising until the absolute climax of the song was ringing through the room and we were all madly snickering and somehow my uncle managed to remain composed. It was fantastic.
ReplyDeleteI believed in Santa Claus until I was 14 years old... I know, crazy... but there is a good reason why. A tradition started when my mom was a kid that her Dad played Santa on Christmas Eve and would come and visit all the kids Ho-ho-ho-ing and ringing some antique sleigh bells. It was fun and magical. The tradition continued for the grandkids with my uncle "playing" Santa and ringing the antique sleigh bells that my grandma used to ring. He even went to the extreme one year when I was starting to not believe in Santa, that he got up on our roof and ran around so it sounded like the reindeer on the top... now that's dedication to childhood happiness (smile) Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteI fell in love last Christmas. :)
ReplyDeleteI met this wonderful man in August, and even though he lived 3 hours away, we kept in touch, emailing frequently, then daily, then calling, which turned into spending hours and hours on the phone together, and just sort of clicked. We went on our first date the weekend before Thanksgiving and it was wonderful. He drove down to visit me for our second date a few weeks later, and it was a magical day. I thought I wasn't going to get to see him again until after Christmas, but he surprised me and asked if he could come down to take me to a movie on the Wednesday before Christmas. I couldn't believe he was going to drive 6+ hours just to take me to a two hour movie!
As we watched the latest "Narnia" movie, I prayed so hard for him to hold my hand for the first time, and about 2/3 of the way through, he FINALLY reached over and took my hand. I scooted closer and put my head on his shoulder and we spent the rest of the movie that way. I thought he would have to head back home right after the movie, but as we walked out of the theater, hand in hand, he asked what we should do next. We ended up having an amazing evening, going down to a Festival of Lights, watching a puppet show about the Christmas story, listening to a beautiful bell choir in a gorgeous church, and snuggling close to ward off the freezing temperatures as we walked around beneath the twinkling lights.
We drove back to my house and snuggled on the couch together, listening to Christmas music and enjoying the soft glow of the Christmas tree, when he leaned over and kissed me for the first time. It was magical. We sat together, holding hands and talking quietly, as it got later and later. I worried about him heading back so late, but each time I mentioned it, he said, "Just another half hour." At 1:30 in the morning, he finally kissed me goodbye, promising to call and let me know he made it home.
I floated off to bed, dreaming of the man I was rapidly falling in love with. The next few days were full of emails, phone calls, and texts, culminating in receiving the sweetest, most thoughtful and unexpected surprise Christmas gift from him in the mail. As I counted the seconds until the next time I would get to see him, just a few days after Christmas, I realized that Christmas truly IS the most magical time to fall in love.
I grew up in Texas. Hot and snowless. But every Christmas season, my parents would buy a beautiful, white, flocked tree. Late at night, I would sneak into the living room while the lights were twinkling on the tree. I'd climb behind the tree, and lay under its white branches, pretending I was in a snowy fairy land of frost and light.
ReplyDeleteThen there was the time my Granny ruined Santa by telling me her neighbor built my amazing wooden dollhouse. When I told her that Santa brought it last year, she said, "Well, dammit!" Then covered her mouth. Double oops! :)
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