We’d get there and my Nannie would still be elbow deep in potato salad, pots and pans boiling on the stove. Dinner wasn’t finished, she was still in her “sloppy clothes” and her presents weren’t wrapped. No surprises there, either.
My mom and my aunts would go attack the mountain of presents, weilding tape and wrapping paper. There was something for everyone. All six kids and their spouses and the grandkids. And, a few extra, just in case someone unexpected showed up. No one was coming to my Nannie’s house without a present under the tree for them. She wouldn’t have it.
When dinner was finally on the table, we’d all gather around to fix and plate, then, wander off in search of a place to sit. The kids would inhale their food in approximately four-and-a-half minutes and the begging would start…
Is it time to open presents yet?
Are y’all almost finished eating?
When are we going to open presents?
My Nannie has been gone for well over a decade. My Papaw passed a few years after her. Christmas isn’t quite the same, but we’re making new memories for my kids and their cousins with their Nannie.
That’s what Christmas is to me: the birth of our Savior, the love of family, and making memories. What memories are you sharing with your family this year?
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
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