Every Christmas Eve in my life has been spent in the same house on the same street. My grandparents have hosted Christmas Eve for more than 30 years. I haven't missed a single gathering. It is the one thing that has remained the same at Christmas.
When I was a kid, my dad had this old electric train he would put below our tree. I loved that train. It was surrounded by little buildings, small plastic people and small trees. Presents would start to pile up around the track the closer it got to Christmas. Eventually, the train couldn't make the oval trip! It was a sign that Santa (and KAKEman) were about to visit.
I remember the drive home from my grandparents on Christmas Eve. It was dark, and we would look at the lights driving south on Meridian. I remember being sleepy in the back seat of that old station wagon .. excited, but tired.
I remember feeling safe at Christmas. I remember feeling like everything was OK. In my kid world, nothing was bad. It's funny how I remember that FEELING more than the stuff I unwrapped at Christmas. I miss that feeling.
In this adult world of "economic crisis" and the war .. the bailouts and the foreclosures .. the rising cost of health insurance ..I wish sometimes I could return to the back seat of that little blue station wagon. But I can't, and that's OK. It's fun to remember, and that memory will never be lost.
I hope you have a great holiday this year and thanks for reading the KAKE blogs!