Recently, I had a discussion with a close friend who lost his mother this year. He talked about dreading Christmas without her. I understand how he feels. I've been through twenty-two years now without Dad, and fifteen without Mom. Christmas has never been the same and probably never will be again. Collin doesn't even mind the possibility of having to work on Christmas.
When I was a child, Christmas was a major event in my family. My mother was the youngest of nine children (she had two siblings and six half-siblings), who recalled Christmas as a wonderful time in their home. My father, on the other hand, did not have any good childhood memories--of Christmas or any other day. As a result, they both went all-out to give me--and later, Collin--the best Christmases imaginable. Mom wanted for us the kind of Christmases she'd had as a child; Dad wanted for us--and in a way, for himself--what he'd never had.
He insisted the tree not be put up and decorated until Christmas Eve. When I was very young and believed in Santa Claus, they wouldn't put it up until after I went to bed. When I was older, I got to participate. Every year, it was the same routine: we'd get takeout--pizza, fried chicken, anything so that Mom didn't have to cook--and watch the 1938 version of A Christmas Carol. One of our local TV stations aired it every Christmas Eve, and I loved it. Looking back, I'm not sure if it was because it's a good movie, or because I associate it with how happy that time in my life was. I don't even have photos of those Christmases anymore.
Once the tree was up and the gifts under it, Dad would do a quick count to make sure we all had an equal number of gifts. They never just bought us one gift. Often, there would be 10-12 per person. If anyone was short, he could be pretty creative in correcting the oversight. One year, he gave Mom a $50 bill wrapped around a roll of toilet paper....
After Dad died, we tried for a while to keep to the family tradition, but Mom's heart wasn't really in it anymore. After she was gone, Collin and I didn't really celebrate at all. Oh, we'd put up our little tree and get gifts for each other, but it was never the same again. There were no more surprises under the tree on Christmas morning--we already knew what we were getting. We didn't even have to bother with wrapping them.
There were no longer any aromas of the Christmas dinner cooking in the oven. If I had tried to make a home-cooked dinner, the only smell that would have come out of our kitchen would have been smoke! We spent one Christmas, eight years ago, in a motel room. We put up the tree, but our Christmas dinner came already prepared from the grocery store.
I stopped getting excited about Christmas years ago...but lately, I've felt a yearning to renew old traditions. I want Collin to be surprised on Christmas morning. I want a real Christmas dinner. I want to watch A Christmas Carol over takeout and eat cookies and candy and say a prayer to observe what Christmas is really all about. I want to talk about Christmases past with Collin and remember how it used to be...before everything went wrong.
This year? No, not quite.
Maybe next year....
Be sure to check out William's latest Day in the Life blog--and he has some beautiful shots at his photoblog today as well. Also, we have a new post at our joint blog featuring a snippet of Same Time Tomorrow....