Holiday Travel -
Did you or your ancestors travel anwhere for Christmas?
I do not know if any of my ancestors traveled for Christmas, but suspect that they did not, as they all lived within short distances of the rest of their families.
To the best of my knowledge, we traveled twice during my growing years at Christmas. Once, when I was about 4 spending Christmas with my Grandma Bean in West Virginia. And another time, when I was about 10, spending Christmas with my Grandma and Grandpa Dreher, in Indiana/
How did you travel and who traveled with you? Do you remember any special trips?
We traveled by car for both of the above trips. Which was no small feat in those days, and the Interstate system did not extend all the way in either of those directions! It was a full days trip to get to West Virginia back then from Norfolk, Virginia. And it took two days of hard driving to get to Indiana!
Those are the only Christmas trips that I can recall. Most years, Daddy was gone, board a ship at sea [he was a career US Navy sailor]. Usually it was simply Mom, my sister and I at home. So travel was not a real option for us. [Back then, young ladies did not travel alone so much, and especially long distances with two small children in tow!]
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Sunday, December 20, 2009
Advent Calendar - December 20 - Religious Services

Did your family attend religious services during the Christmas season? What were the customs and traditions involved?
When I was growing up, we always had a special Christmas service at church. On occasion that even included a special Christmas Eve worship service.
Those services might include a children’s pageant, replete with Mary, Joseph, Wisemen, Shepherd’s [in bathrobe tunics, with towels upon their heads], and of course Angels. There were occasions when a live baby substituted for a doll in representing the baby Jesus. And of course, the precious singing of little children!
The church’s choir might also perform a special cantata or just a multitude of carols. The choir members, dressed in their elegant robes, reminded me of the angels in Heaven singing!
On occasion, a special communion sacrament would be held, but I think that was only once or twice on Christmas Eve, in honor of our troops in Vietnam. [Yes, I was a teenager during that tumultuous period in our history!]
Mostly, I recall the opportunity for the congregation of our Southern Baptist church to join in the singing. I used to love to sing, “Angels We Have Heard on High”, “Silent Night”, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”, and so many others!
I’ve moved away from the religious services these days, having met God One on one in my heart, rather than in the church’s building. [Another whole story unto itself!] But I go back to those days of childhood bliss, and remember the simple blessings of the church during the Christmas season!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Advent Calendar - December 15- The Holiday Happenings!
Often times December to mid-January birthdays and anniversaries get over shadowed by the Christmas/ Hannukkah/ New Year Holidays. So we’re going to shine a spotlight on those family members and ancestors this time around. Select one or more December to mid-January birthdays and/ or anniversaries on your family tree. Write a short tribute to or memory of those birthday guys and gals and write a toast to the anniversary couples.

Having already written on this same subject [see our post for December 9, 2009 for the 86th COG here], betcha didn’t think I could come up with different folks, didya?
The above picture is of my granddaughter, Savannah Hope. She was born on January 4th, just a few years ago, to our son, Chris and his girlfriend, Cathy.
What can I say about sweet little Savannah?
Savannah was the first grandchild born to us after my husband and I were married. [He already had 2 before we met and married.] But this was the first after we were together. And we were at the hospital together after her birth. She had a very rough start in life. But she certainly turned around, and is a little whirlwind now! She is my very first grandchild, so she is extra special to me!
I haven’t seen my little sweetie in so long, not by choice…but that’s another story. So, I hold the memory of being with her in my heart. And cherish her all the more!
As for anniversaries, there is another one for December 12th! Yep! [I wrote previously about my parents anniversary on December 12th.] This one is for my mother’s parents, Henry Condar Dreher, Jr. and Irene Caroline Banet.

Henry [1902-1977] and Irene [1906-1989] were married on December 12th, 1923 in Indiana. They went on to have 5 children: Ethel, Arthur, Laura Marion, Billy, and Lois [my mother].
I have such fond memories of Grandma and Grandpa Dreher! So it isn’t hard to write a little toast for their anniversary!
Here’s to the couple who married when cold
December winds began to blow
From their youth to the age when old
Their love blossomed, they watched it grow
It blessed a family, now generations long
It grew beyond all measure
Something stronger than phrase or song
A love the family could treasure.
Happy Birthday Savannah! Grammie and Gramps love you!
Happy Anniversary Nana and Grandpa!

Having already written on this same subject [see our post for December 9, 2009 for the 86th COG here], betcha didn’t think I could come up with different folks, didya?
The above picture is of my granddaughter, Savannah Hope. She was born on January 4th, just a few years ago, to our son, Chris and his girlfriend, Cathy.
What can I say about sweet little Savannah?
Savannah was the first grandchild born to us after my husband and I were married. [He already had 2 before we met and married.] But this was the first after we were together. And we were at the hospital together after her birth. She had a very rough start in life. But she certainly turned around, and is a little whirlwind now! She is my very first grandchild, so she is extra special to me!
I haven’t seen my little sweetie in so long, not by choice…but that’s another story. So, I hold the memory of being with her in my heart. And cherish her all the more!
As for anniversaries, there is another one for December 12th! Yep! [I wrote previously about my parents anniversary on December 12th.] This one is for my mother’s parents, Henry Condar Dreher, Jr. and Irene Caroline Banet.

Henry [1902-1977] and Irene [1906-1989] were married on December 12th, 1923 in Indiana. They went on to have 5 children: Ethel, Arthur, Laura Marion, Billy, and Lois [my mother].
I have such fond memories of Grandma and Grandpa Dreher! So it isn’t hard to write a little toast for their anniversary!
Here’s to the couple who married when cold
December winds began to blow
From their youth to the age when old
Their love blossomed, they watched it grow
It blessed a family, now generations long
It grew beyond all measure
Something stronger than phrase or song
A love the family could treasure.
Happy Birthday Savannah! Grammie and Gramps love you!
Happy Anniversary Nana and Grandpa!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Advent Calendar - December 5 - Outdoor Decorations
Did people in your neighborhood decorate with lights?When I was a kid growing up in Norfolk, Virginia, almost all of the houses in our neighborhood had some lights on them at least! There with those with just a single strand placed around the front door. Others were hung just inside the living room windows, to give the appearance they were hung from the outside.
Did some people really go “all out” when decorating?
And then there were the houses with lights around every eave, window and door. With lights strung every branch of every tree or bush! And there were those that had giant lit up Santa’s or Frosty’s, or Santa in his sleigh being pulled by those infamous 8-tiny reindeer! Or the beautiful Nativity Set’s! Oh how we enjoyed those!
It became a tradition in our home to go for a ride, at least once, during the Christmas season, just to see the Christmas lights, and to compare the decorations from one house to the next! Sometimes we would ride for a couple of hours just viewing the multi-colored wonders!
Any stories involving your ancestors and decorations?
After I was grown, I once asked my Grandma Dreher if she or her family had put up outdoor decorations during the Christmas season. She said that her parents did when they got older, but not so much when she was a child. Not lights, but they did hang pine boughs above the doors outside, sometimes with red ribbon, sometimes with scraps of whatever cloth was available. She said that Grandma Banet [her mother] had cut small boughs and placed them on widow ledges as well. Sometimes they placed a candle in the windows. Not the crude electric candles we see today, but real candles. Especially during the War. It was symbolic of lighting the way for the soldier of the house to find his way home, should he become “lost”.
Grandma did say that her parents put up a tree inside, but no lights. They were afraid of electric lights on the tree when they became available.
My Grandpa Dreher’s family, however, came from Germany, and were among the first to decorate for the season, Grandma said. She said they would go all out with what they had available. Large wreaths for the doors, and bits of ribbons and lace bows for the trees outside. They didn’t have electric lights available use, but they made due with what was available for them! And she said the house was always a special wonderland at Christmas.
My Great-grandfather Banet passed away in 1945 and Great-grandmother Banet in 1958. So, I never got to know them. And my Great-grandfather Dreher in 1925 and Great-grandmother Dreher in 1932, again my never having known them. So I only have ideas of their homes at Christmas through the memories of my Grandma Dreher in her last few years [1906-1989].
I asked Daddy about decorations in his home when he was growing up, he said they had a tree, but that was all. No outdoor decorations. He said an occasional neighbor would decorate the outside of their home, no lights, but with ornaments, ribbon or paper chains, etc. on the trees outside.
I have always felt I was born a century too late, having had an attachment to all things mid-19th Century. However, I am so glad that I have lived in an era of electrical lighting at Christmas! I never miss a year of watching the tree being lit in Rockefeller Center on television. When that huge tree is lit, I am always fascinated! Each year swearing it is more beautiful than the year before! Or the lighting of the tree at the White House! That massive tree is so glorious to behold when lit!
Or even the meager little string of lights that I place around my front porch! When the sky goes from light to dark on a mid-December’s evening, and there’s a light falling of snow, and I turn on that little strand of lights, my little home suddenly takes on a different look. Suddenly, it becomes a humble beacon to the celebration of the birth of the One who made this season all that it is! How glorious is that?
Friday, December 4, 2009
Advent Calendar - December 4 - Christmas Cards

My Mama was perhaps the Queen of sending Christmas cards when I was a kid! I can see her now, fully finishing her Christmas card list by Halloween, and then spending her evenings after work working on addressing those cards, and signing them, as well as making sure each and every one had a holiday letter tucked neatly inside. And Mama didn’t send a “form letter” [one letter sent to everyone!] Mama made sure each and every one had a personal letter tucked in!
Way back in the day when postage was only 8 cents a letter [oh, I can go back further!], Mama spent a small fortune to mail out her cards and letters each year! She never bought very expensive cards, the cost incurred was generally the postage!
Each year, as the Christmas cards came pouring in from sights all over the globe, Mama would proudly display the many cards in our living room. I can remember when Mama used to get anywhere from 400-500 cards a year! Our living room would be filled with cards in baskets, and pinned to the wall in a shape of a tree, or on the table. It was so much fun to look at each one!.
Mama didn’t keep any of the cards, except from one year to the next, so that she could build her next year’s Christmas card list from them. Her motto was: If they sent me a card, I’ll send them one next year! The following year Mama would use the cards to make some sort of Christmas craft from. One year she made large Santa slippers to fill with candies and treats for the kids in our Sunday School class at church. One year she made Christmas bowls to give to her co-workers filled with homemade candies. And one year, she made Christmas tote bags, crocheting the cards together with yarn to fill with a fruitcake for each of her co-workers.
Today, I send out a minimum of cards. I can never find any that truly reflect my husband and I. [I’m not sure what that would be even… but I always say I would know it if I saw it!] My list grows smaller each year!
I do display each card I receive, however! Quite proudly. I love to receive the cards, and read the little poetry inside. Mostly, I love knowing that my family and friends thought enough to send me that little bit of Christmas cheer!
As far as I know, there aren’t any cards that have been passed down from any of my ancestors. If there are any existences, no one has told me of them! I know my Mama’s parents sent out cards. I don’t believe my Daddy’s did, though; there was never enough money for that kind of a luxury in their home.
Perhaps I should keep one or two of my favorite received cards each year, as a remembrance for my descendants one day to enjoy? I hadn’t thought of that! One day, I hope there is a great-great-great-granddaughter who shows the desire to learn more about me! I would like to leave behind some things for her, to make the road a little easier to know me. Are you preparing for your descendants???
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Advent Calendar - December 3 - Christmas Tree Ornaments & Treasure Chest Thursday

This post serves a dual function in that it covers my posting for both the GeneaBloggers Advent Calendar, and the weekly Treasure Chest Thursday.
Christmas Tree Ornaments
When I was a child, I can recall Mama carefully bringing her precious Christmas tree ornament boxes down from the attic of our home, where they sat for 11 months of the year. Each year at Christmas time, Mama would bring them into the living room, where after carefully assembling the tree, Mama would begin to unpack them.
Mama never allowed my sister and I to unpack the ornaments ourselves, until we were well into our teen years. She would carefully unwrap the tissue-covered ornaments and then either hang them herself, or pass them, gingerly, to one of us to hang, upon the tree.
My favorite ornaments were those Mama said she’d had as a child. These mercury glass ornaments would sparkle in the tree lights, and at times a rainbow of colors would burst forth from them and spread upon the tree! The little fat Santa’s, and ornamental cars, and snowmen were my favorites!
Another ornament that went on the tree every year were three tiny little ancient stockings, white and red striped, that Mama would tuck onto a bough, or hang from a branch. These, she told us, were hers when she was a child. The white had faded to a yellowish tan, and the red was no longer vibrant. They had a faint musty smell. But they were Christmas to us!
Also, tucked upon the branches were three bendable/ pose able felt Santa elves. These little elves had plastic faces, and there were jingle bells at the end of their pointy caps. I used to love to see these little sprites! After all, they were Santa’s little helpers!
Then there were the “special” bulbs that Mama had bought that were trimmed in 24-karat gold (or so she always told us…later I looked and I think she must have paid a lot for them, but wanted to stress their delicacy, so she told us they were 24-karat gold trimmed!) Needless to say, we were extra careful when handling those!
Many years later, when my sister and I added to the family with our own children, Mama began the tradition of purchasing each grandchild a special monogrammed Christmas ornament each year. My sister had the one daughter, so in 18 years, she had 18 bulbs to give to her daughter. However, I had 5 children! And those last few years they were home for Christmas, our tree was decorated in nothing but their monogrammed ornaments from “Nana”! [That last year, there were over 100 when the youngest reached 18!] Because of my rather large family, it was one tradition I couldn’t afford to continue! But it was a precious one! When each of my children left home, I carefully packed their “Nana” ornaments, and sent them with their owners to their new homes.
Now, my tree is decorated with new ornaments. Unfortunately, I have no old, or heirloom bulbs to hang upon the Yule bough. But I think often of those mercury glass bulbs Mama had when I was a child. Occasionally I see them on a tree here or there at my sister’s house, where my Mama and Daddy now reside. They bring back such fond memories! And I’m happy to see them still in use!
Christmas Tree Ornaments
When I was a child, I can recall Mama carefully bringing her precious Christmas tree ornament boxes down from the attic of our home, where they sat for 11 months of the year. Each year at Christmas time, Mama would bring them into the living room, where after carefully assembling the tree, Mama would begin to unpack them.
Mama never allowed my sister and I to unpack the ornaments ourselves, until we were well into our teen years. She would carefully unwrap the tissue-covered ornaments and then either hang them herself, or pass them, gingerly, to one of us to hang, upon the tree.
My favorite ornaments were those Mama said she’d had as a child. These mercury glass ornaments would sparkle in the tree lights, and at times a rainbow of colors would burst forth from them and spread upon the tree! The little fat Santa’s, and ornamental cars, and snowmen were my favorites!
Another ornament that went on the tree every year were three tiny little ancient stockings, white and red striped, that Mama would tuck onto a bough, or hang from a branch. These, she told us, were hers when she was a child. The white had faded to a yellowish tan, and the red was no longer vibrant. They had a faint musty smell. But they were Christmas to us!
Also, tucked upon the branches were three bendable/ pose able felt Santa elves. These little elves had plastic faces, and there were jingle bells at the end of their pointy caps. I used to love to see these little sprites! After all, they were Santa’s little helpers!
Then there were the “special” bulbs that Mama had bought that were trimmed in 24-karat gold (or so she always told us…later I looked and I think she must have paid a lot for them, but wanted to stress their delicacy, so she told us they were 24-karat gold trimmed!) Needless to say, we were extra careful when handling those!
Many years later, when my sister and I added to the family with our own children, Mama began the tradition of purchasing each grandchild a special monogrammed Christmas ornament each year. My sister had the one daughter, so in 18 years, she had 18 bulbs to give to her daughter. However, I had 5 children! And those last few years they were home for Christmas, our tree was decorated in nothing but their monogrammed ornaments from “Nana”! [That last year, there were over 100 when the youngest reached 18!] Because of my rather large family, it was one tradition I couldn’t afford to continue! But it was a precious one! When each of my children left home, I carefully packed their “Nana” ornaments, and sent them with their owners to their new homes.
Now, my tree is decorated with new ornaments. Unfortunately, I have no old, or heirloom bulbs to hang upon the Yule bough. But I think often of those mercury glass bulbs Mama had when I was a child. Occasionally I see them on a tree here or there at my sister’s house, where my Mama and Daddy now reside. They bring back such fond memories! And I’m happy to see them still in use!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Advent Calendar - December 2 - Holiday Foods

When I was a kid growing up, Mama fixed basically the same dishes for Thanksgiving as for Christmas, with one exception: Thanksgiving meat was turkey and on Christmas it was ham.
The remainder of the meal consisted of Mama’s oyster stuffing, homemade cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes. Mama always put butter, brown sugar and marshmallows on her sweet potatoes. They were always more like a dessert to me than a side dish!
Mama did always serve egg nog on Christmas Eve, and for special occasions, such as when we did the tree trimming.
Mama also served an old-fashioned fruit cake to guests during the season, and as part of the dessert following our Christmas dinner. This isn't like the almost brick-like consistency of commercially made fruitcakes today. This was a moist fruitcake, with huge chunks of fermented fruit in it. Usually the cake was soaked in rum for about a month before serving. [I have taken a cheap commercial fruitcake, soaked it in rum and thought it quite palatable! Or maybe it was just the intoxicating effects of the rum.....hmmmm!] The point is, the fruitcake we had when I was growing up was quite the excellent dessert! To this day, I enjoy a good holiday fruitcake. I usually make mine from scratch, enjoying the 6 week-long process of preparing the fruit in the fermenting of it before the baking in a cake batter. Yum!
I suppose our Christmas meal was much like others in our neighborhood. There really wasn’t much that was considered unusual about it. It was always served on Mama's best china, and she used her best crystal. The tablecloth was the finest lace cloth Mama had. When we got a little older, Mama would use candles on the table. And even though Daddy was gone with the military, Mama set a place setting just for him at his seat, reminding us Daddy was gone serving our country, protecting our home and the homes of every American. In that respect, our table might have been a bit different from some of my friends. Daddy may not have been able to be there, but my Mama always made sure his memory was front and center. That our pride never wavered in the flag which he served under. It never has. It never will.
However, I remember one Christmas at school, when one of my classmates came from a Polish family. I was probably about 8 or 9 years of age at the time. Sandra described her Christmas dinner as fish with potato pancakes and cream sauce. I can remember the other children in our class moaning and saying “Yuck!”
This year, I’ve had to change my dietary habits a bit. So, instead of the usual ham to grace the table, I plan on broiling a whole salmon half. A bit of garlic. Some dill. A little lemon.
Who’s crying “Yuck” now?
The remainder of the meal consisted of Mama’s oyster stuffing, homemade cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes. Mama always put butter, brown sugar and marshmallows on her sweet potatoes. They were always more like a dessert to me than a side dish!
Mama did always serve egg nog on Christmas Eve, and for special occasions, such as when we did the tree trimming.
Mama also served an old-fashioned fruit cake to guests during the season, and as part of the dessert following our Christmas dinner. This isn't like the almost brick-like consistency of commercially made fruitcakes today. This was a moist fruitcake, with huge chunks of fermented fruit in it. Usually the cake was soaked in rum for about a month before serving. [I have taken a cheap commercial fruitcake, soaked it in rum and thought it quite palatable! Or maybe it was just the intoxicating effects of the rum.....hmmmm!] The point is, the fruitcake we had when I was growing up was quite the excellent dessert! To this day, I enjoy a good holiday fruitcake. I usually make mine from scratch, enjoying the 6 week-long process of preparing the fruit in the fermenting of it before the baking in a cake batter. Yum!
I suppose our Christmas meal was much like others in our neighborhood. There really wasn’t much that was considered unusual about it. It was always served on Mama's best china, and she used her best crystal. The tablecloth was the finest lace cloth Mama had. When we got a little older, Mama would use candles on the table. And even though Daddy was gone with the military, Mama set a place setting just for him at his seat, reminding us Daddy was gone serving our country, protecting our home and the homes of every American. In that respect, our table might have been a bit different from some of my friends. Daddy may not have been able to be there, but my Mama always made sure his memory was front and center. That our pride never wavered in the flag which he served under. It never has. It never will.
However, I remember one Christmas at school, when one of my classmates came from a Polish family. I was probably about 8 or 9 years of age at the time. Sandra described her Christmas dinner as fish with potato pancakes and cream sauce. I can remember the other children in our class moaning and saying “Yuck!”
This year, I’ve had to change my dietary habits a bit. So, instead of the usual ham to grace the table, I plan on broiling a whole salmon half. A bit of garlic. Some dill. A little lemon.
Who’s crying “Yuck” now?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Advent Calendar - Day 1 - The Christmas Tree

Daddy was gone nearly every Christmas I was growing up. He was a sailor in the U.S. Navy and stationed aboard a ship. But we weren’t alone in not having our Daddy home for Christmas. Norfolk, Virginia was a Navy town, and all of my friends had the same kind of Daddy. Gone, serving their country.
So Mama did her best to make Christmas the very best it could be. When I was very young, she would take my sister and I to the local Christmas tree lots and she would hunt for hours for the perfect little Christmas tree to adorn our home. The one Christmas I can remember Daddy being home, he went to the country and cut down a tree for the celebration.
When I got a little older, Mama became enamored with the artificial Christmas tree. Not like the one her mother had [all white and plastic looking!], but she strived to get one that was the most realistic possible. [I suppose before my grandmother, all of my ancestors had real trees in their parlors!]
Mama always set up our Christmas tree on the 12th of December. That was hers and Daddy’s wedding anniversary. Since he was gone, it just seemed a very appropriate time to set it up. It wasn’t like today, where families are setting up their trees and putting out decorations the day the Thanksgiving turkey is served! No sirree!!! You didn’t see a single Christmas decoration for sale, much less adorning a house or lamp post, until after December 1st!
Mama would always tell us a couple of days before hand what the big day was for decorating. My sister and I would be anticipating the event on pins and needles! That evening, Mama would make a simple supper, and we would get down to the business of the tree.
Mama would call out the number for the branches as they were inserted, and we would hand her the appropriate branch to insert into the base of the artificial tree. Once it was all together, there would be long stretches of standing back and inspecting the tree for balance, and the branches would be meticulously rearranged until they suited Mama’s taste. Then there would be more standing back and inspecting the tree for its straightness!
Once the tree was just perfect, Mama would begin opening the many boxes of Christmas decorations. There were decorations that she had when she was a little girl. Why, that had to have been a hundred years ago to a girl of 10 or so!
The old mercury glass ornaments were my favorites! [Still are!] They catch the light and reflect it in a thousand rainbows across the canvas of the branches!
The lights were inspected, and hung upon the tree. We’d all three stand back and admire the tree with just the lights. How I loved it just like that! [I’ve often thought I’d love to do a Christmas tree with just crystal icicles and white lights. How I love the lights upon the tree!]
Mama would then pour all three of us our first cup of Christmas eggnog, and we would begin the time consuming hanging of the Christmas ornaments. Each one would be taken from its little nest in the box with reverence, and we would have to ooh and aah over its beauty before we would hang it in a place of honor upon the tree. This process would results in at least a two-hour commitment! But we didn’t mind…it was something we simply adored doing!
Once the ornaments were all hung, the throwing of the artificial icicles would begin! I suppose there are many techniques for placing these long silvery strands upon the tree. But Mama’s technique [and the one upon which she made us adhere to as well] was to stand back, grasp a single strand loosely between thumb and forefinger, and toss gently toward the tree. It should be tossed, never thrown, or never draped, to cause a more natural looking affect.
The results were a stunningly beautiful Christmas tree!
When everything was placed upon the tree, Mama would pull her ancient crèche from it’s box. It was nestled delicately in tissue paper. We were never allowed to touch these pieces until Mama had unwrapped each and every one. And then she would allow us to carefully place the stable beneath the Christmas tree, and place the figures of Joseph, Mary, the three Wise men, two shepherds, a cow, a donkey, and a the little manger bed in their places. Then reverently, we would all three lie on our tummies beneath the lit tree and place the figure of baby Jesus into His bed, where He lay wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Afterward, we would turn out all the lights, with only the lights of the Christmas tree glowing, sip our eggnog, and sing Christmas carols together.
That tradition hasn’t changed much for me. Even though for the past several years it’s just been my dear hubby and I! Little children haven’t been a part of our home in some time, except for short little visits. Still, I never set up my Christmas tree until after the 10th of December. I prefer a real tree over an artificial one, but sometimes time and money preclude that an artificial one must be used!
I still reverently place each bulb upon the tree. Although I never use artificial metallic icicles, I do love crystal ones! And while I never did the tree all in white, I usually choose a singular or bicolor selection [white and silver, silver and purple, silver and red, blue and white, etc.] I usually use just white lights.
The one thing I have never veered from, is the time-honored tradition of placing the crèche beneath the Christmas tree. Each year, I lie down upon my tummy, and wiggle beneath the tree, where I place each piece. It is with reverence and awe that I place the tiny baby Jesus within His manger. And although I now have grandchildren, I lie there gazing upon the manger scene before me, and I cannot help but break forth in song and sing…
“Away in the manger no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus lays down His sweet head,
The stars in the sky look down where He lays,
The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay!
The cattle are lowing the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes!
I love the Lord Jesus look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till watch lullaby.
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And take us to Heaven to live with Thee there!”
So Mama did her best to make Christmas the very best it could be. When I was very young, she would take my sister and I to the local Christmas tree lots and she would hunt for hours for the perfect little Christmas tree to adorn our home. The one Christmas I can remember Daddy being home, he went to the country and cut down a tree for the celebration.
When I got a little older, Mama became enamored with the artificial Christmas tree. Not like the one her mother had [all white and plastic looking!], but she strived to get one that was the most realistic possible. [I suppose before my grandmother, all of my ancestors had real trees in their parlors!]
Mama always set up our Christmas tree on the 12th of December. That was hers and Daddy’s wedding anniversary. Since he was gone, it just seemed a very appropriate time to set it up. It wasn’t like today, where families are setting up their trees and putting out decorations the day the Thanksgiving turkey is served! No sirree!!! You didn’t see a single Christmas decoration for sale, much less adorning a house or lamp post, until after December 1st!
Mama would always tell us a couple of days before hand what the big day was for decorating. My sister and I would be anticipating the event on pins and needles! That evening, Mama would make a simple supper, and we would get down to the business of the tree.
Mama would call out the number for the branches as they were inserted, and we would hand her the appropriate branch to insert into the base of the artificial tree. Once it was all together, there would be long stretches of standing back and inspecting the tree for balance, and the branches would be meticulously rearranged until they suited Mama’s taste. Then there would be more standing back and inspecting the tree for its straightness!
Once the tree was just perfect, Mama would begin opening the many boxes of Christmas decorations. There were decorations that she had when she was a little girl. Why, that had to have been a hundred years ago to a girl of 10 or so!
The old mercury glass ornaments were my favorites! [Still are!] They catch the light and reflect it in a thousand rainbows across the canvas of the branches!
The lights were inspected, and hung upon the tree. We’d all three stand back and admire the tree with just the lights. How I loved it just like that! [I’ve often thought I’d love to do a Christmas tree with just crystal icicles and white lights. How I love the lights upon the tree!]
Mama would then pour all three of us our first cup of Christmas eggnog, and we would begin the time consuming hanging of the Christmas ornaments. Each one would be taken from its little nest in the box with reverence, and we would have to ooh and aah over its beauty before we would hang it in a place of honor upon the tree. This process would results in at least a two-hour commitment! But we didn’t mind…it was something we simply adored doing!
Once the ornaments were all hung, the throwing of the artificial icicles would begin! I suppose there are many techniques for placing these long silvery strands upon the tree. But Mama’s technique [and the one upon which she made us adhere to as well] was to stand back, grasp a single strand loosely between thumb and forefinger, and toss gently toward the tree. It should be tossed, never thrown, or never draped, to cause a more natural looking affect.
The results were a stunningly beautiful Christmas tree!
When everything was placed upon the tree, Mama would pull her ancient crèche from it’s box. It was nestled delicately in tissue paper. We were never allowed to touch these pieces until Mama had unwrapped each and every one. And then she would allow us to carefully place the stable beneath the Christmas tree, and place the figures of Joseph, Mary, the three Wise men, two shepherds, a cow, a donkey, and a the little manger bed in their places. Then reverently, we would all three lie on our tummies beneath the lit tree and place the figure of baby Jesus into His bed, where He lay wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Afterward, we would turn out all the lights, with only the lights of the Christmas tree glowing, sip our eggnog, and sing Christmas carols together.
That tradition hasn’t changed much for me. Even though for the past several years it’s just been my dear hubby and I! Little children haven’t been a part of our home in some time, except for short little visits. Still, I never set up my Christmas tree until after the 10th of December. I prefer a real tree over an artificial one, but sometimes time and money preclude that an artificial one must be used!
I still reverently place each bulb upon the tree. Although I never use artificial metallic icicles, I do love crystal ones! And while I never did the tree all in white, I usually choose a singular or bicolor selection [white and silver, silver and purple, silver and red, blue and white, etc.] I usually use just white lights.
The one thing I have never veered from, is the time-honored tradition of placing the crèche beneath the Christmas tree. Each year, I lie down upon my tummy, and wiggle beneath the tree, where I place each piece. It is with reverence and awe that I place the tiny baby Jesus within His manger. And although I now have grandchildren, I lie there gazing upon the manger scene before me, and I cannot help but break forth in song and sing…
“Away in the manger no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus lays down His sweet head,
The stars in the sky look down where He lays,
The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay!
The cattle are lowing the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes!
I love the Lord Jesus look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till watch lullaby.
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And take us to Heaven to live with Thee there!”
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