My first Christmas, the oldest grandchild, with a bear and pile of dolls.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate it. I'm just remembering the ghosts of Christmases past, and sharing some memories today. We had a lovely Christmas Eve at my brother's house last night, and this morning the back yard is dusted with fresh white snow. Friends stopped by with homemade Christmas cookies, and life is good. That said, I miss my mom and dad and grandparents today, and miss the excitement of childhood Christmas mornings. The privilege of being the oldest one at the party is being nostalgic, maybe.