Actually it wasn’t the pies mother made, the Christmas dressing she served, the delectable rich gravy or the prime rib—it was her. She was our Christmas.
If there was ever a real Santa Clause it was my mother. She exuded the spirit of Christmas like no other person I’ve ever known.
She sang songs, she filled the atmosphere with smiles and laughter like no other person I could even imagine.
She directed us how to drape the Christmas tree with ice-like tinsel, bright colorful ornaments and strings of pop corn she needled together like a white brilliant chain.
My mother entertained us with stories of yesteryear and yes, she shed more than one tear reminiscing the past.
Her exuberance and childlike demeanor was climatic and real. She made our Christmases into a fabulous party. Unforgettable!
She made sure each year we read the true story of Christmas, too—about that little boy being born in a manger.
Now after many decades can I truly appreciate such a magnificent Santa Clause; and to have lived in her presence. Wow! Mother literally brought Christmas alive. Joy, Excitement. Fun. Expectations.
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