I think most of us can remember a time we loved the holidays. Santa Claus. Our grandparents giving us huge hugs -- and even bigger gifts. The smells of the once a year treats from the oven, and laughter of cousins. I think for many of us somewhere along the way the magic of Christmas has turned into dread or endurance.
My husband and I didn't put up a Christmas tree this year. It has always been my favorite part of Christmas. I love looking through the ornaments and remembered so many good times. The doll my 2nd grade teacher made out of a pack of lifesavers and a styrofoam ball head. Yes, I have a roll of 33 year old candy in my Christmas decorations. I loved my teacher, and the fact she made something for me was so special. (She made one for each of us in our class.)But then there are the other ornaments. Childhood creations from people who won't speak to me any longer. Ornaments bought on years the holidays wouldn't be considered "good". The year a family member threw out all the gifts I gave him.