I remember...
All the family dressing up in purple clothing. Joel and Dad "picked up" a purple frosted Christmas tree from that empty lot by our house and then talking about purple things at dinner time. I remember doing this whole charade for my oldest brother, Christian.
I remember...
Walks around the Arizona Temple to see the Christmas lights. And then watching Luke II in the visitors center.
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My brother Joel, working very long and hard to make me my very first Barbie Doll house. It was blue with a brown roof and brown carpet samples on the floor of the house.
I remember loving it!
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My mom letting me "buy" (she paid for it, but my name was on the label) a pink-flowered afghan for my sister as a Christmas present.
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The Christmas that Joel wore his baby blue long underwear on Christmas morning. Sprockets!
"Touch my monkey!"
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Eating pancakes with peanut butter and syrup and french toast with powdered sugar for Christmas breakfast.
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My dad dressing up as Santa Clause for the Episcopal church and going with him to their little church party. I also remember feeling jealous that all those kids were sitting on MY dad's lap.
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The night that Joel, Cecily and I all got up at the same time to go to the bathroom the eve of Christmas. I remember us giggling with excitement as we passed each other in the hallway.
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My mom scolding me for whining about presents and reminding me why we celebrate Christmas.
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When we were making Divinity for our neighbors, mom accidently pulled the hand-mixer out of the bowl while it was still spinning. I remember her having white specks on her hair and and glasses. Her first response--laughing her head off!
I remember...
Doing service projects to people outside our family, but I can't remember what we did in particular as a family...sad, I know.
I remember...
Warmth, thoughtfulness, kindness, gratitude, love, tenderness and the spirit of the season!
5 comments:
I love you Anna, and I love your Christmas memories. They made me cry happy tears!
Mom Woolf
These are great! I ought to do this sometime.
Les.
I remember flannel pajamas made by mom!
I remember giving and the feeling it gave me because I wasn't consumed by what I would get!
Does Christian know I made mom cry? It seems like he always thought it was cool when he could make you cry happy tears...
Yea!! I found your blog!! The Mesa High girls put on the Christmas dance show last night-guess what? There was a news lady who's putting it in the new era next Christmas season. So, we made sure to let her know you were a part of it. I heard you were performing it in Boston in Lindsay's show???? Is that right?
Anyway, I saw Jill there! I was so excited. She told me you had a blog and so I just had to get on and look. Hope life in NY is fabulous. Chase has ahd a couple of interviews at schools there-so who knows?!?!?!
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