My Childhood Christmas's
I grew during the 50's in a small farming community, on a farm, along the northeast Front Range, which was 50 miles north of Denver, Colorado. Our small town had a community Christmas Party every year. All of the locals would gather on Main Street. The children were given Christmas treats in a brown paper lunch bag. The bags were filled with an orange, apple, unshelled peanuts, hard Christmas candy, and a chocolate Santa. We also got to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Everyone would gather around the newly decorated tree to sing Christmas Carols. We looked forward to the special Christmas celebration yearly.My five siblings, plus the paternal cousins, Aunts, Uncles, and grandparents would get together on Christmas Eve to share the Christmas joys. On Christmas morn we opened our family gifts. Then we would go to my maternal grandma and grandpa’s house. Grandma would cook a huge meal. She was a German lady, so there always was a large pot of chicken German-noodle soup with butter balls, German rye bread, roast beef, roast chicken, pies, German coffee cakes, cookies, and more. What a feast that was. My grandma would always, jokingly, say, "Run around the house a few times so you will have room for more food." After the meal, the women got to do the dishes. It seemed like it took forever until we finally got to open our gifts from our grandparents. Us grandchildren always knew what we were getting because we got to pick out our presents from the Christmas catalog.
I look back to the good-old-days with fond memories. The memories of family get-together's, holiday community-festivities, Christmas caroling, religious scenes of baby Jesus, and love-filled hearts are wonderful times to behold.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Comments (14)
I do enjoy spending time with my family nowadays, but Christmas will never be as magical as it was like we were kids.
LOL
I remember using the pages from catalogues. Sometimes the inside BR was occupied....
Our Santa was Jeff Lynch riding the firetruck with the same exact goodies but also those hard candy "rolls" cut in one inch pieces that had a rose or something in the center. And who can forget those "wavy" pieces.
I'm from Ordway! 50 miles East of Pueblo on Hiway 96!
i was always fascinated by rustic america, the amish, and many more.