Last year I published a series of stories — memories — of various Christmases of my past. I’ve put them all together in one place for this year.
I plan to be focusing on my Now as much as possible this year.
But perhaps — a little reminiscing might be good for the soul. We can learn to embrace our past — it has lead us to the place where we are today. And the holidays force us down that Rabbit Hole — like it or not.
Here are some of my most memorable Christmases. And the Gifts they brought me — even the ones I didn’t realize I wanted.
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1964
Santa had come. He always came. But this Christmas was the Christmas I think of whenever Christmas comes to my mind…
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1965
When I was a small child, my parents owned a motel. It had twelve units and we lived in an apartment over the…
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1966
I was seven years old that Christmas. It was getting to be time — really for me to face some hard truths about…
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1972
This was the first Christmas after my mother had died. It was all the sad and awful things you can imagine it would be…
Ghosts Of Christmas Past — 1980
I became a mother that Christmas. A tiny human had made her appearance in my world and nothing was the same.
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1983
We were home owners. Real honest to God home owners. And beyond that — Daughter #2 had made her entrance into the world…
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1984
She lived next door to me. We had become friends over the nearly two years I had lived on the quiet little dirt road…
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1988
I always think of this Christmas as the sweet spot. It was the last Christmas we lived in blissful innocence. A few…
Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 2010
This was the first Christmas after my separation. Divorce was on the horizon.