Hello and welcome to a bit more of a personal blogmas post. I wanted to take the time and reflect on some of my favorite holiday memories and share them with you. I would also love to hear your favorite holiday memory as well. I feel like this is a time to spread joy and happiness and hearing all the wonderful stories and sharing adds to this. Anyway, on to my stories.
The first story is when I was very young. I can’t quite figure it out, but it was after the Space Jam movies came out. I remember laying on my floor Christmas eve and looking at my Space Jam poster of Lola Bunny. Then I heard a noise, jumped up and ran to the living room to see what was going on. Under the tree were all the presents all of a sudden dropped off by Santa Clause. I remember the glittering wrapping paper under all of the lights. It is still so vivid in my brain. I was so excited I ran to my parents room, jumped on their bed and announced that Santa had come already and he had presents for everyone. We all went to the living room opened all the presents, we laughed and played and had a wonderful time while both my parents had coffee.
As an adult, I brought this memory up to my parents and I was told some funny things I did not realize or remember. I apparently had fallen asleep on my floor without realizing it and I had woken up at about 2 or 3 in the morning and decided to wake everyone else up. Thankfully, I let everyone else go to bed after we opened presents. It is funny, because I totally had forgotten that it was still pitch black outside.
The second story is a little more magical at least in my eyes. I was driving home Christmas Eve in the backseat of my parents car from a Holiday get together. I remember looking up into the sky hoping to see Santa riding his slay around. According to Santa Tracker on the radio, he was seen over my area not that long ago.
I vividly remember the cold glass on my forehead as I peered as high as I could, begging the clouds to break. Then all of a sudden seeing a red light followed by some white lights. I was so excited I had just seen Santa Clause and Rudolf flying. I remember telling my parents to hurry home because I wanted to make sure I was asleep before he could make it to our house. I didn’t want him to miss us. I never told anyone what I saw, I wanted to keep it a secret because I was afraid my parents would panic we wouldn’t be home in time.
Both of these stories are silly, but they both are stories that stick out in my memory all these years later. I think because I felt true wonderment and excitement, I felt that I saw or heard something magical and it just ingrained itself on me. But, they also are wonderful memories that I told of me and my parents. They are both wonderful people and it is only proven more true because they let me wake them up in the middle of the night excited to open presents. I am very lucky to have them and I am so happy that I have these treasures of memories to hold dear.
What is your favorite Holiday Memory?