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And So, This is Christmas

Christmas time is here, the most wonderful day of the year,” goes the chorus of the theme song from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  One of the TV shows we always watched as a family.  My Mom loved that little-animated cartoon with Burl Ives as the narrator.  And, like most of us, she loved Christmas.  The family time, presents, decorations, food, and of course the celebration of Jesus birth.  

Christmas in my family was just that, a joyous celebration.  I describe the festivities from our early Christmas’ in Chapter 7 of We Lost Her, the book I recently wrote about my mother’s tragic death and the impact on our family. 

“Christmas was the holiday our Mom and the whole family loved.  Christ’s birth.  And Santa Claus.  And the smells – Mom baked sugar cookies, maraschino cherry cookies, and special loaves of bread just for Christmas.  The smells would fill the house for the week before.  She’d wrap packages of decorated sugar cookies for our teachers and write a note of gratitude to each one.  We would deliver them to our teachers on the last day of class before the holiday. 

There were lots of church activities, from the school Christmas pageant to choir practice.  And on Christmas Day, we visited both sides of the family.  But my favorite part of Christmas was Christmas Eve. 

On Christmas Eve morning, Dad would take the boys and chop