CB's Question of the day
Dec. 16th, 2005 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabensonAS I sit here slurping my hazelnut flavored coffee and contemplating the 4 million cookies I have to bake this morning, I actually felt the slightest wince of Christmas spirit. Then it left, but I'm sure it will return when I break out the eggnog and rum this afternoon.
So, to help all of us who can't seem to get into the CHRISTMAS spirit-I'm over the PC correctness-here is today's question:
What is your favorite childhood memory of Christmas?
My answer: It was in the early 70's and we lived in a very small town that was right smack in the middle of the snow belt. We got creamed every year, and this year was no different- I bet we had almost a foot of snow and it was only December. My folks were still together and as a family, we trudged a mile through town to the ACE hardware store. On the way we saw many other families out looking at business's Christmas displays and shopping at the small assortment of shops downtown (we had one store that still sold candy by the pound.) We got to the hardware store and Dad told us to wait outside while he went in-we assumed it was a trip to get stuff he needed to work on the house. He came outside with the biggest sled we had ever seen! The runners were bright red and the wood was smooth and shiny!It was the most beautiful thing in the world! He and my mom took turns pulling us kids all the way home. It really seemed very magical with all of the lights shining and the snow and crystal clear sky. We got home and had hot chocolate-with marshmallows-and talked about how we hoped Santa was bringing us ice skates for Christmas (our town had a canal running through it). Good times, especially when 30-some years later we all struggle to find the time to be together.
So, to help all of us who can't seem to get into the CHRISTMAS spirit-I'm over the PC correctness-here is today's question:
What is your favorite childhood memory of Christmas?
My answer: It was in the early 70's and we lived in a very small town that was right smack in the middle of the snow belt. We got creamed every year, and this year was no different- I bet we had almost a foot of snow and it was only December. My folks were still together and as a family, we trudged a mile through town to the ACE hardware store. On the way we saw many other families out looking at business's Christmas displays and shopping at the small assortment of shops downtown (we had one store that still sold candy by the pound.) We got to the hardware store and Dad told us to wait outside while he went in-we assumed it was a trip to get stuff he needed to work on the house. He came outside with the biggest sled we had ever seen! The runners were bright red and the wood was smooth and shiny!It was the most beautiful thing in the world! He and my mom took turns pulling us kids all the way home. It really seemed very magical with all of the lights shining and the snow and crystal clear sky. We got home and had hot chocolate-with marshmallows-and talked about how we hoped Santa was bringing us ice skates for Christmas (our town had a canal running through it). Good times, especially when 30-some years later we all struggle to find the time to be together.
