Every year I wait for it – I call it “my Christmas moment”. Each year it is different, but it is always met with a sigh of relief, “Yes, this is what Christmas means to me…”
…40 years ago it was walking miles all over town, in the freezing cold, with my best friend, delivering dime store Christmas gifts to our school friends…
…One year it was when I was shopping on a small town’s Main Street, singing “Jingle Bells” to myself…I had just bought a favorite nephew an old fashioned felt cowboy hat that I knew he would love…
…It happened the first year my niece and I were “fudge fairies” making Gramma’s fudge , with the special secret ingredient…
…Another time it was reading about the Moomintrolls’ Fir Tree, how Christmas wasn’t about all the hurrying and scurrying so much as leaving gifts for others, even strangers, to enjoy, on a quiet winter’s eve…
…Last year it was bringing my son and his grandma together again, for a meeting-despite-the-miles-apart…
…And this year it was re-reading Truman Capote’s “A Christmas Memory”, reminded of that wonderful story by my dear friends at Soul Food Café…It is almost “fruitcake weather” now – and I can hardly wait!
By Kerry Vincent © 2008
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