It is Christmas and all wait in anticipation, even the pets. And all the memories of Christmases past are strongest now. One can almost feel the excitement in the body.
I remember Christmas eve services with my mother and everyone in the family carrying out the little cupped candle into the snowy nights.
I remember the thrill of waiting for the first spaceship to come around the moon on a clear Christmas eve, and how wonderful if was when they appeared safely to say, “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus”. I think I was the only one up at that time, but too excited to sleep.
And the child who got up at 4 to await us and all the doings to come.
There was always someone still wrapping presents or trying out a new one in the basement.
And I remember with a smile the Christmas eve of meeting a daughter arriving by train at a little station in Bryan, Ohio. She was bringing a boy to meet us. All the rest of us, there were ten, drove down to greet her. We wore brown bags with antlers labeled as Santa’s reindeer—except for the two extra who became Grouchy and Dopey..
As the train pulled to a stop, we all lined up. The daughter yelled with laughter, but the new boyfriend turned to get back in the train! Do you blame him. An eve to remember.
Today there is snow and this Christmas eve will be all we anticipate, I know. Another to remember?
It's Christmas Eve, I'm ready and waiting for everyone to come!
