Scrooge
   All our memories of Christmas past come flooding in at exactly this time of year. We all have both our known and secret memories of this time of year. Some celebrate their recollections. Some, mimicking Dickens' Scrooge (above) may mutter, "Bah, humbug." For them, Christmas is a big disappointment or, perhaps, more bitterly, a fraud.
   I was blessed to grow up in a happy-seeming family with a father who relished Christmas as if he created the American version of its celebration. Dad started building the excitement as soon as November gave way to December. Day after day, he would ask us to guess about particular presents he had created. Of course, he designed the game so that no one could select successfully and everyone would be surprised on Christmas Day.
   On Christmas Eve, presents stored in a special closet would be brought out one by one by my two sisters and me (before my younger brother was born) and placed carefully under the tree. We would be prodded to go to bed early. And in our beds, we would lie sleeplessly until at least midnight, listening carefully for signs of Santa's arrival.
   One night, when I was about eight, I heard Santa. It was a crunching sound. He was crushing the walnuts we had left for him by the fireplace. There was no doubt about it. Of course, my father's injunctions forbade me from entering the living room to check for sure. But, I knew.
   This Christmas, millions of children will pay homage to the same Santa I worshiped as a child. In their imaginations, they will see Santa flying overhead drawn forward across the moon by Rudolph and friends Dasher, Dancer, Donner and Blitzen,Comet, Cupid,and…, who were the rest?
   In hospitals and charities across the nation, Christmas will be a much more poignant occasion. The homeless, often preoccupied with alcohol, may seek to anesthetize themselves from the beauty of this event. Battered spouses may spend another night in fear. Those awaiting surgery or diagnosed as terminally ill may wonder if this Christmas will be their last.
   Living near the vulnerable, caregivers will attend to the needs of those whose lives have been weakened by illness or injury. Most Americans, growing up in a country where the majority celebrate Christmas, will experience a time of remembering Christmas past as well as celebrating Christmas present. Some will recall the epiphany of Scrooge and will discover that now is the time for open hearts, for embracing compassion, and for living Love.

   How does Christmas appear to you, as a caregiver, this year?

5 responses to “Day 358 – Christmas Past”

  1. Karen York Avatar
    Karen York

    This is fabulous Erie. Christmas is all those things simultaneously…happy, sad, anxious, calm, loving, stressful, empty, fulfilled…and so on. And that is just for me, a person who is blessed beyond measure. I can only imagine those who are struggling to eat or to stay warm or to stay alive until the kids come in from Chicago. Blessings to everyone who is attending to the most vulnerable among us.

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  2. Kelly Roberts Avatar
    Kelly Roberts

    This year I will be like most of Americans remembering Christmas past and present. My older sister died a little over a year ago and I take great comfort in remembering our Christmas’ together. I know this year my family and I will ease our grief by reminiscencing about my dear sister and by celebrating our Lord’s birth.

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  3. Rorie Ramirez Avatar
    Rorie Ramirez

    Last Christmas was also my sister’s last Christmas with us.
    Suffering from Parkinson’s Disease, she could not eat or talk but she could see, sense, and take in all the activity. We made special arrangements to borrow a van from her facility that could accommodate her wheelchair, oxygen and her supplies.
    With the help of my husband and sons, we picked her up and spent the afternoon at my brother-in-law’s home.
    It was a pleasure for me to see the joy and bright interest she displayed at the small children and the conversation around her. She was in good form that day, and I was was thankful that we had the energy and good health to make it possible.
    All the preparation and anxiety was worth this last beautiful memory of my sister.

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  4. ann kaiser Avatar
    ann kaiser

    For remembering Christmas past or preparing for Christmas coming, I give to each of you a gift wrapped box of gold paper and glittering ribbon. My husband gave this to some 30 years ago, our first Christmas together. A few years later he died in a car accident.This little box has traveled with me now from coast to coast . Although it is a little tattered and worn , the love it represents is as new and as real as the day it was given to me. Picture this little box sitting on your table as you read this note…..
    ” This is a very special gift that you can never see..The reason it’s so special it’s a gift from you to me. Whenever you are lonely or even feeling blue, you only have to hold this gift and know I think of you. You never can unwrap it, please leave the ribbon tied. Just hold the box close to your heart…it’s filled with love inside.” ( unknown author)
    Merry Christmas and God Bless each of you.

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  5. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    What a wonderful tradition it is to set up a live tree up in our homes and to decorate it with shimmering lights. It is very nostalgic for me to hang the ornaments, many that are handmade, or inscribed with the words, “Baby’s First Christmas,” others were crafted by my sister Pat and my children through the years. Most were received as gifts and each one brings to mind a dear friend or family member who gifted me. All are reminders of life’s cycles, changes, and of precious fleeting moments. In this season of anticipation I wish to let go of expectations and to be surprised and content with the unfolding of these days.
    I am thankful for the loving friends who shared their hearts on this Journal today! Wow!!!
    Each year at home health we reach out to brighten the Christmas of families in need. I am grateful for the outpouring of generosity by fellow caregivers and when the coffers seemed to dry up how divinely it refilled again to bless another and another.
    Thank you for the blessings of today’s lovely reflection!

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