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I have spent the last twelve posts sharing my own Christmas stories from my personal blog Wendalyn Loves to Write. I hope you enjoyed them.
But during the process I learned that the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas” actually has some biblical symbolism. Did you know that?
I got my information from a music site, you might want to check it out.
Here is what I learned. Read the rest of this entry »
e they are, the drummers are drumming! It has been fun reminiscing with you about some of my old Christmas memories. I enjoyed looking at my first blog, Wendalyn Loves to Write, and rereading some stuff there.
Here is my last Christmas story for the twelve days. I hope you enjoy it.
I had an amazing mother, not a perfect mother, but an amazing one. She was beautiful and talented in many ways, plus she had an appealing personality as well as a delightful sense of humour. Sometimes as a young awkward girl, I would feel slightly dimmed by the shadow she cast. Read the rest of this entry »
Only two more stories to share for my’ twelve days of Christmas’. This one has snow in it. What would a Canadian Christmas story be without snow?!
It was 1975, Christmas day and my husband and I were traveling from his mother’s house just outside of Ottawa, to my folks house in Toronto. I was excitedly expecting our first child due in June. I had a book with me called ‘Birth Stories’ put out by the ‘Lamaze’ people. You have to have lived in the seventies and eighties to remember Lamaze. Read the rest of this entry »
Only two more stories to go from my Christmas stories in my old blog. One would think by reading my stories that I had these amazing Christmases. And you know, that is the fun part about reminiscing about things years later. The good things are memorable, that not so good things are not. If we keep retelling the good stories, they will get gooder and gooder and stronger in our memories.
How do you like my ‘nine ladies dancing’? As I continue to share some Christmas stories from my old blog, I am reminded of the good times I have had at Christmas time. It is so easy to get caught up in the stress of gift buying, etc. that it would be so easy to forget the good times. May some of my stories help you remember some of your good times at Christmas!
When my girls were young, their dad and I would take them to K-mart to shop for Christmas. He would take one daughter, I would take the other and they would buy a present for one another. It was great fun, very secretive and there were lots of giggles. For daughters so close in age, who spent most of their time together, it was hard but fun to keep the secret until Christmas. Read the rest of this entry »
As we continue with Christmas stories from my old blog, I am having fun trying to find pictures to match up with ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’. Hope you like this one for ‘eight maids a milking’.
‘Seven swans a swimming’ – only on the internet can you find a picture for everything! I am having fun sharing Christmas stories from my old blog. I hope you are enjoying them too. Couldn’t resist lining up my twelve stories with the twelve days of Christmas!
Last time I shared my best Christmas surprise ever.
This week’s story is not as upbeat….
I am also having some fun finding pictures for the different days of ‘the Twelve Days of Christmas’. Don’t you love this picture of the ‘six geese a laying’?
As promised, today I am sharing one of my best Christmases ever.
It is the fifth day of my twelve days of Christmas stories. I am sharing personal stories from my old blog. I chose this picture from the Canadian olympics for my ‘five gold rings’. I hope you are enjoying them!
My husband and I were still in university at the time. We drove ‘home’ to her house and got there on Christmas eve before she arrived home from work. When I walked in the door I was overwhelmed with the emptiness. There was not a Christmas decoration in sight! When she got home she was all tired and crabby and complaining about Christmas.
She was not one for music either, so the house was silent. Not even a Christmas cookie to be found. We had a wonderful dinner on Christmas day (she was a fabulous cook) but that was about as far as it went. There was no more family, no one dropping in, no fun at all. I felt like crying all day. (This in itself tells you that I had as yet in my young life experienced none of life’s much greater sorrows.)
I realized at that point that to me Christmas was being with family, it had nothing to do with presents at all. How I missed my family that day.
The following year my mom invited my mother-in-law and brother-in-law to join all of us for Christmas. At least I got be with my own family again, but my Christmases were never quite the same after that. But how could it be? Children grow up and move, things change, they must.
But that is how life is supposed to be. We must move through the stages, learning as much as we can from each of them while establishing new ways of doing things that suit for awhile and then making changes again where necessary.
Now, after sharing my most disappointing Christmas with you, tomorrow I will tell you about the best Christmas surprise ever!
I am so glad you dropped by today!
Join me again at ‘Depression Getaway’ and together we will…
…live, care, laugh, share, learn, discover, forgive and recover.
Don’t give up, I’m praying for you!
Does anyone actually know what kind of birds the ‘four calling birds’ were? Actually I just learned today that the original song talked about ‘four colly birds’ which are apparently like a blackbird or a thrush. FYI
Anyways, I am sharing some personal Christmas stories from my old blog for 12 days of Christmas. Here is the fourth story.
Finding out that Santa was not real happened to me when I was about eight years old. The only detail I remember was throwing myself down on the chesterfield in our living room, in utter despair and a flood of tears. I remember nothing before or after that. If this was a traumatic event, it lasted only a few minutes, for that is all I remember. But to a child, even a moment is traumatic. Children live in the moment, with little thought of the past or the future. Read the rest of this entry »