It’s the last day of Blogmas 2018! I can’t believe that Christmas is tomorrow and that I have blogged every single day for 24 days straight! Today I wanted to share a little bit about my very favorite Christmas. It’s not my favorite because I got an awesome gift. It’s my favorite because it’s one of my favorite childhood memories of being with my family.
My mom had always dreamed of having a white Christmas as in snow on Christmas day. Living in Louisiana, that chance seemed pretty slim so my parents decided that we would take a vacation to spend Christmas somewhere where there would be snow. That place was Red River, New Mexico and it was Christmas in 1994.
My parents rented a two-story cabin and the three of us along with my MawMaw spent a week there. Since we were traveling and there was no way that we could haul a Christmas tree and decorations, my mom thought that it would be fun to have an old-fashioned Christmas. That included going out to the woods and cutting down our own Christmas tree and handmaking all of the decorations that went on it.
I remember spending the entire afternoon cozied up in the cabin with my family coloring paper angels, hot gluing ribbon on gold spraypainted pinecones for ornaments, and sewing popcorn together to make
I met two friends on that trip, Mary Francis and her sister Kate. Mary Francis was two years younger than me and her sister Kate was a year older. I was an only child until my brother was born the following year, so it was always nice to meet friends to play with. Their family owned the cabin next door to ours and we spent hours playing outside in the snow together. There was a sledding hill right outside of our cabin and we made hundreds of trips hauling our sleds up it and then racing to the bottom. One early afternoon we spent a few hours building a snowman that became a snowwoman after we put pine needle hair on it and named her Frostetta.
When I wasn’t playing with the girls, I was spending time with my family. One day my dad and I were out on the sledding hill together. There was a small little white wooden bridge that ran across a frozen stream at the base of the hill. My dad set the video camera up on a chair at the base of the hill to video us while we were sledding. He then decided that he would sled from a little further up the hill than we had previously been going. He came sledding down on his stomach and was going so fast that he whizzed right past the video camera and right onto the bridge! He made it about halfway across before his sled stopped. We caught the entire thing on camera and I remember telling him that we needed to send the video
Christmas day came just as it always did and we opened presents and I spent the day playing with the toys that I had gotten. I couldn’t tell you
I remember laying on the couch next to my MawMaw and my mom listening to my dad read the Christmas story from the Bible on Christmas Eve the night before. I remember how funny it was when my dad was trying to get the Christmas tree into the house after we had cut it down. I remember my mom wiping out at the bottom of the sledding hill one day and my dad helping my MawMaw into one of the sleds after I begged her to try it out just once. I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything in the world. To this day it remains to be my favorite Christmas ever.