Christmas Mornings

This is my 73rd Christmas Morning.   My oldest memory comes from a picture I have, me sitting on the floor with a train set I got for Christmas in my parents first aparment in New Haven, Connecticut, and I remember getting a red Columbia bicycle our last year there before we moved to the little house in East Haven that would be home until I got married.  My wife had her first Christmas tree in our apartment in Rhode Island the year we got married (she was jewish) but we returned to my parents house for Christmas morning until we moved to California in 1971, going from White Christmases to Warm Christmases.   And from family Christmases to best friend Christmases with our friends Don and Jackie and their kids.  Once we adopted our two kids, Aaron and Amy, those were some of the best Christmases ever.   As our kids grew into adults, as often happens, Christmas Mornings lost some of the magic.   There is nothing like seeing Christmas through the eyes of a child.

For twelve years, we have been celebrating grandkid Christmases.  To paraphrase the popular phrase. If I’d known grandkid Christmases were so much fun, I’d have done them first.  That is not a reflection of whether kid or grandkid Christmases are more fun but of the change in attitude that old age brings.  As a grandfather, I know this will pass all too quickly so I’d best enjoy every moment.  Already, my grandkids, Reed, Maddux and Savy are more excited about their electronic gadgets than new toys.  If I look out the window hear in Herriman, Utah, it is a White Christmas, just like the ones I used to know.   Like nostalgia, but live.  I love it.

I hope your Christmas is a good one and that you will soak in every drop of the spirit of the season.  It will come again, but never in exactly the same way.

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