Today, I visited a fellow blogger's site, where this Christmas is the first without a parent. Having been in that situation, I left a comment about how my Dad loved Christmas as well.
While this was sad for me, as this season surely can be, at that particular point in time I was transported back to my childhood home.
My Dad loved Christmas. He loved decorating the house, both inside and outside. There were paper bells (you know the ones....they're just like wedding bells, except that they were red or green and they unfolded and clipped together to form a bell) hanging from the doorways. Garland strung from the curtain rods. Inflatable Santas and accompanying scenery (thanks to my dolls who had to wait in line for their special). There were decorations that played music. Even the budgie's cage was wrapped in Christmas paper, complete with a bow.
Now, just last week, I was again transported back to my childhood. I have these really old ornaments that my parents had bought when they were first married. They are made out of a papier mache type of material, and are quite fragile. There are 2o Santa soldier (at least that's what they look like), a Santa in his sleigh, 2 small Santa boots and 2 large Santa boots. Once again, when I pull these ornaments out each year, I remember. It's funny how things like that can bring you back in time in a flash of a moment.
I guess my memories keep my warm too.