As Christmas approaches, I want to take a short break to reflect on previous Christmases over the years with my parents—and without them. Even though we were not Christians and Mom was a lapsed Catholic at best, the winter holiday season was always a special time for me. Just like for most other people growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s, it was not just about the gifts (most of which I’ve forgotten—except for the Dawn fashion show in 1970), Christmas was all about the thrill of the first snow, decorations, lights, holiday music and cartoons, and of course, parties. It was also about anticipation for the school vacation, free from homework and tests. And even if we didn’t get what we wanted under the tree, it was still the most magical time of the year.
“Have yourself a merry little Christmas”
“Have yourself a merry little Christmas”
“Have yourself a merry little Christmas”
As Christmas approaches, I want to take a short break to reflect on previous Christmases over the years with my parents—and without them. Even though we were not Christians and Mom was a lapsed Catholic at best, the winter holiday season was always a special time for me. Just like for most other people growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s, it was not just about the gifts (most of which I’ve forgotten—except for the Dawn fashion show in 1970), Christmas was all about the thrill of the first snow, decorations, lights, holiday music and cartoons, and of course, parties. It was also about anticipation for the school vacation, free from homework and tests. And even if we didn’t get what we wanted under the tree, it was still the most magical time of the year.