I don't know if it just me, but the wondrous ideas of Christmas I had as a little kid seem like they don't really translate to today, and to my own children. I remember listening to the old Christmas carols, not the pop'd up versions you hear now, and actually going to sing carols places! We went with school to nursing homes to sing to the old people. In my mind, Christmas as a kid really did seem like a scene from A Christmas Story. I wonder now what kind of memories my own kids will have of the holidays. We don't have tons of family or grandmother types to bake cookies with, or decorate for Christmas, or have huge family gatherings with. It is just us. So it is no wonder I feel a little bit of sadness for those Christmases past. I feel a little sad that my kids don't get to have those types of memories that I had, but it also makes me strive a little harder to make special memories for them to take with them.
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