Change Is Hard

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Holiday musings


Warm Christmas wishes to you!

Warm holiday wishes to you!

It seems as though I should be writing a holiday post.  I feel this odd responsibility to comment on what for most is the biggest holiday of the year.  To talk about the shopping and the cooking and the traveling and the family and, maybe most of all, the memories.

Yet I feel very still inside.  Quiet.

And though during this past holiday week bits of blogs have floated through my head, equivalent to sugar plums of old I suppose, nothing has demanded to be committed to digital paper.   Nothing has caused me to stop what I was doing and rush to the computer to get it down, to edit, find the right words, rethink the meaning, tell the story.  Oh I’ve done plenty of reading; lots of other blogs and articles about the meaning of Christmas.  I’ve gone down plenty of other people’s holiday lanes and connected with their memories which are so much like my own.

Christmas Eve I watched Andy Williams and his three brothers in a compilation of his Christmas shows on PBS and smiled a lot.  OK.  I’m old, but watching the 4 brothers sing in their outlandishly awful color coordinated outfits just made my evening.  And cooking dinner with my Aunt on Christmas Day was pretty special too.  But it was an uncharacteristically quiet holiday.

Which is not a bad thing.

I’ll leave you with one memory that might get you thinking.  I saw this idea on a Christmas special that one of the local networks did.  They were interviewing their cast and each was asked if they could go back to one specific Christmas – – which one would it be?  Think about that.  Can you pick just one?

Mine would be the Christmas of 1964.  I was eight, my brothers and sister younger and we were all upstairs that Christmas Eve having our baths before bed.   Of course we were anxiously waiting for Santa to arrive with presents, but some of us weren’t quite sure we believed.  We had hung little metal bells all along the lower branches of the Christmas tree so that we’d hear him putting packages under the tree.   If he was real.   I’m quite sure Mom and Dad were upstairs with us as well when we heard the faint tinkle of a bell downstairs.  Our eyes got big.  We wanted to run down the stairs in our footed pajamas to catch Santa in the act.  Then again, we knew if we did that he’d never visit us again.  So we didn’t.  We stayed upstairs and climbed into our warm beds and smiled from ear to ear.  Because that year we knew that Santa was very real.

That’s my special Christmas memory.  Special because we were all young and innocent, even Mom and Dad; we were warm and happy and excited and most importantly, we were all together. What’s your special Christmas memory?  I’d like to hear about it.  Sharing makes the memories permanent, and all good memories deserve to be shared.

I hope all of you had the perfect holiday, whatever that means to you and your family.  And I wish for you an extraordinary 2015.

Happy New Year!

The only snow we have is fake!

The only snow we have is fake!

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

18 thoughts on “Holiday musings

  1. that is an excellent Christmas memory to have. I must admit as much as I like to watch Christmas movies they also stir a longing for something wonderful that I never had. The last 10 years it has just been Dave and I (and the boys) for Christmas but even back home in Australia it was always just my sister and I or my Mom and sister and I. I often wonder what it would be like to have a big family get together but then again – be maybe it isn’t really all that cracked up to be as I also hear Christmas is the worse time for family fights 🙂

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    • I agree that watching Christmas movies makes me nostalgic, sometimes even nostalgic for something I never had. But overall we had a pretty good childhood with lots of wonderful memories. You are right. Sometimes big family events are stressful, but I think they are often worth it just to spend time together. I wish you could spend more time with your family, but it’s difficult with them so far away.


  2. Christmas has never been a big extravaganza in my family. Our relatives have always lived at a distance from us, and no one ever seemed to travel for the holiday. This year was even more quiet than usual. Just Jeff, me and the dogs on Christmas Day while my parents started their trip south to Florida, with a stop at my sister’s on the way.

    I’m fine with the quiet and peace. As long as you feel loved, it’s all good. That’s what Christmas is about for me.

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    • We used to have quite a few family over…but as we got older and the folks moved far away they got harder and harder to have everyone together. Quiet is good, but quiet all together is even better.


  3. You have a wonderful memory. When I picture Christmas I see my kids and close friends around my imaginary fireplace, tree sparkling and happiness plentiful.

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  4. That’s a sweet story and so cool that you can pick it out, I think I struggle with tying down a timeline for my memories. But i can remember a similar incident where I was just starting not to believe and I started to hear a rustling, knowing that you couldn’t ever see Father Christmas I shouted out in a panic to my parents ‘tell Father Christmas not to come yet, I’m not asleep!’
    I was so worried about the magic being spoiled.
    Glad you had a nice, if quiet Christmas.

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  5. What a fun, magical, and beautiful memory. I’m not sure I could pick a memory. Mine are so jumbled now that it’s hard to pick them apart. It would be difficult, too, to choose between my childhood Christmas memories and my adult Christmas memories spent with my children when they were small. There’s magic in each one, I think.


  6. Mommy’s mom claims that when Mommy was little that Mommys dad played the part of Santa. We had a round white sofa in front of our chimney mantle. So, mommy’s mom claims all these years later that the dad was the one who tipped over the Sofa in front of the mantle. We still believe it was Santa who tipped over the sofa as he came down the chimney in order to put presents under the tree. Mommy was like how u described the bells on the branches. Mommy wanted to peek downstairs to see Santa when she heard noises, but she was afraid he would take back the presents.


  7. The magic of Santa. Love the bell story.Your parents had the Christmas touch.
    I guess my favorite Christmas memory is my dad saying he thought he heard Santa and together we made a mad dash to the front door. On the way, I slipped and fell and my dad stepped on my hand. Of-course, he scooped me up as I sob more from missing Santa than pain., My dad felt awful, my mom ran for ice, and my hand was black and blue for Christmas. My grandparents were sure my dad pushed me down and ran over me (there was a little family tension between the MIL and my dear dad)…from that Christmas forward it was referred to as the Christmas Charlie stepped on Katybeth’s hand.
    A favorite memory because of the absurdity, and the truth that all Christmas moments aren’t autographed by Norman Rockwell. When I had a Christmas misstep with my kid, I told myself—well at least I didn’t push him down, step on his hand and screw up his opportunity to see Santa! 😀

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  8. What a nice story, Dawn. I like it a lot. I don’t know if I could pick a favorite memory. My memories of childhood Christmases are jumbled in my brain. A regular tradition was visiting both sets of grandparents on Christmas Eve and then my dad taking “the long way home” to drive us by as many Christmas lights as possible because he knew my sister and I loved them – that’s a good memory. As I got older and my parents divorced, the holiday often brought tension. My favorite moments would probably be from when my daughters were little and Santa was very real for them. I remember when NORAD started tracking Santa’s flight on the internet and my girls were rather fascinated with that.
    It is interesting I came to your blog today to find a post about memories. My aunt provided a very interesting trip down nostalgia lane this year – one that I think will be worthy of an upcoming blog post. 🙂

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  9. I’ve obviously been away from blogging for a bit, so I can relate to your inner quietude. And I also feel the pull of blogging “responsibility.” Quietude is stronger just now.
    Thanks for sharing your Christmas memory. It’s truly a magical one. Hope your Christmas was delightful, and your 2015 is off to a great start 🙂


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