I love Christmas! That probably comes as no surprise to any of you that know me.
I love everything about it. Lights, snow, decorating, trees, carols, memories, ornaments, family - yep everything. It makes me happy.
My mom loved Christmas. That might explain why my brothers and I all seem to love it as well. Yes, even my brothers. Two of them are bachelors -- but they decorate.
Our parents died when they were young. I was 19 when Mom died and 25 when Dad died. We closed up the house, sorted things out. I already had some of Mom's stuff that Dad had given me. I took some of Dad's stuff. Some old irons, that's how I refer to them - Dad's irons - an old pair of handcuffs, wire whisk, small electric plate - nothing major just things that were Dad's.
Dad had a lot of tools. He used them all. The boys took them - I had no use for them. I don't do any 'handy' stuff or at least very little. I did, however, take my dad's handsaw. It has travelled with me to three different states, and if I counted correctly 13 houses and moves. I finally found a use for it.
I'm adding to my Christmas collection! I took my dad's saw and added another saw to it to make myself a new Christmas tree! And I LOVE it!
I've always had a little bit of my mom with me at Christmas as I had these old ceramic bells of hers.
and Santa cups (not all are hers - I've added a few).
Now at Christmas time I can have a little bit of both Mom and Dad with me ::)
