Memories of Christmas Past
I wanted to share a Christmas memory with you today. It was 1965 and I was twelve. My dad had just got transferred from San Diego CA where we had been living since I was five to Norfolk VA. My parents were excited because it would be closer to both of there parents who lived just south of Atlanta GA and we planned on spending a few days there before settling in to the new area.
I have no idea why, but for some reason we stopped in Louisiana to spend Christmas Eve with family friends. I remember feeling a bit frightened and just knew I would be disappointed come Christmas morning, because for some reason I didn't think my parents had packed any gifts for my brother or I. Well, not only was I wrong, but I received a record album that I really wanted. It was my first "grown up" record and I am sure if I went searching in my mom's shed I would still find it.
Don't ask me why I thought of this today, but I did....Funny how sometimes we forget the little things that meant so much. I guess it just goes to show Santa can find us no matter where we are
Wishing you and yours wonderful Christmas memories. I hope Santa is good to everyone and fills your stockings with joy, love and hope for a bright and happy New Year.
This will be my last post until after Christmas, so take care until then