The gifts are wrapped; cards and packages sent; the baking is done. Now is a lull, and I like this time before the rush of the actual holiday.
The child in me remembers all those great Christmases and the anticipation. It was the anticipation that grabbed me–waiting, waiting, waiting!
Traditions resounded in my childhood home: church program, program at school and one of my favorites was shopping from the catalogs for months before Christmas.
Montgomery Wards — we called it Monkey Ward. I couldn’t wait for the thick catalog to arrive. I would dog-ear the pages of what I wanted, revisiting that magical volume often. Then I would wait, wondering if I would get what I wanted.
Did you always get what you wanted? I didn’t. I will tell you about that in my next post.