I’m talking about my memories this month, sharing a Month of Memories since December is so full of so many traditions.
Today is Day 2, and my memory today is of helping mom drag all the decorations from the upstairs storage closet, giddy with anticipation as each box was opened. She probably hated that part. It was, after all, quite the task. The storage closet was a bear to get things in and out of, and then once you did wrangle a giant cardboard box out, you had the curved stairway to contend with. But I couldn’t wait. I can still remember what that closet always smelled like. To me, it was Christmas. 🙂
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LauraDrakel says
I’m so with you here, Sharla! The tree was magic in our house — it not only signified a celebration, but it was a time of cease-fire in the war between my parents. I have lots of great memories of our magic Christmas trees….
Thanks for the reminder.