Christmas 2009

We went away for Christmas, rented a place in the mountains. All the boys came home. They are scattering again, leaving only the youngest behind, but for a few days we were again a family of six. Seven, if you count Henry the Snowman.

The water behind him is the South Fork of the New River, outside of Boone, North Carolina. The cabin had a fully outfitted kitchen, a stone fireplace, and a game room downstairs with a pool table and ping-pong. We took turns cooking, went hiking in the snow, threw a few snowballs, relaxed. It is the memories of all our Christmases together, the early years of Santa, thousands of cookies, old decorations brought out and rediscovered, that bring me a wistfulness when I look back. There has to come a year when they form new bonds, move on to their own Christmases, and it will fall to me to accept that, and to let go. But it was not this year.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home.
–Charles Dickens

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2 thoughts on “Christmas 2009

  1. Sounds like a nice Christmas…I have three children myself and they are getting older. I find myself viewing Christmas in a similar manner. They are numbered and I appreciate every last Christmas I have with them together. Merry Christmas to you and may God bless your family in the New Year.

  2. ASM826,

    I know a little of what you mean. Our Marine Son was home from Japan so we had the whole family together again. Probably the last time for a long time.

    The traditions are changing as they grow up. Daughter used to straw boss her two brothers in setting up all the decorations. Now the youngest son (17!!) did much of the decorating.

    It is wistful to look back but also promising to look forward.

    Enjoy the time together, you know how precious it is.

    Happy Holidays

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