memories

As I get ready to begin the yearly decorating of the house for Christmas, as usual I go back in time. I do not spend much time thinking about my childhood, til this time of year. I always go back to that one fateful Christmas, the best and the worst Christmas of my life. Memories of decorating our tree with my parents and siblings. The chipmunks singing on the record player, my mom handing us kids the ornaments, and my dad lifting me up to put them onto the tree. I was really young, but this memory is still vivid in my mind. More so than Christmas morning itself, which is no longer really there. This was the last happy moment as a family as my mother passed on that Christmas, and well such was the end of our happy lil family. So as my own happy little family begins our decorating I relive that moment with my own mother. I thank her for that night, and wish her a Merry Christmas wherever she may be now.