I have been sitting in front of my computer for days thinking about what I would write about Christmas.

The past three Christmases I have posted how we celebrated this holiday years ago in the forties, fifties, sixties etc.

We did not have money for extravagant gifts, most folks were hard working people with large families.

Christmas was not as commercial as it is now. Very few people worked on Christmas and for those that did have to work there were only skeleton crews on call.

We did not get many or extravagant gifts from our parents. I think what we did get was a sense of family, sharing what little we had with those less fortunate than us, spending time with family, friends and celebrating being together as a unit.

I have watched Christmas turn into a commercial money making holiday. It has turned into the bottom line for the big corporations.

We used to live in the same area as our family members and so were able to gather together. I grew up with many cousins, aunts and uncles not to mention the friends that would stop by to wish us a Merry Christmas. My mother always had food ready for them to enjoy and celebrate the love we had for each other.

Now people have moved away from the neighborhood for some thousands of miles separate us. Most times it is because of better job opportunity, a large home, fancy cars etc. Technology has changed the beauty of what Christmas started out to be for me.


I realize the world is constantly changing. The pace of the world is moving faster and faster. I often wonder what Christmas will be like a hundred years from now. I won’t be here to see what happens. I will be history or at least a part of it. I think of it as a big bubble and one day it will burst. Will those people at that time have to start all over from the beginning or will the bubble never burst and holidays will cease to exist. I hope not. In a way I wish I had the capability of seeing what the future will bring, so I could tell the world and prevent any disasters. In the mean time I will continue what ever time I have left in this world holding true to my beliefs and remembering how good it all was.


I wish you all a Merry Christmas or what ever holiday you celebrate at this time of year and hope the same for future generations. I hope I am remembered with love and joy for that is how I honor those that have gone before me and thanked those who made it possible for me and all of us to live in a land where freedom reins.



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  1. The love for family is written all over this post, even in the white space — ha! Our Christmases as children were sparse, gift-wise. As I recall, one present each from parents and then 1-2 from an aunt and Grandma.

    But there was lots of food which equated to love. In fact, one of the problems I’m facing writing memoir is choosing what family holiday get-togethers to include. We were always EATING with family. Ha!

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    • We must be related some where along the gene line. It was the getting together and sharing he food, love and laughter that lasted for hours and hours. It kept us close. I hope the future generations get to share in the same tradition.
      Write about all of them and the food I am sure we would all enjoy every single post. :o) Thank you for stopping by and leaving such a lovely comment. xo

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  2. What a beautiful, thought provoking post, Patricia. I agree with your thoughts, as Christmas has become more commercialized, it has lost it’s meaning. This is unfortunate for current and future generations if it continues. Many of us were lucky to experience Christmas of “the better days” and we can keep those times in our hearts. Blessings to you and your family.

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