Growing up, my father was in the Air Force and we lived all over the United States. We lived everywhere from Hawaii to Virginia to California. Because of this, we weren't always able to have Christmas celebration with my grandparents every year.
But that doesn't mean my grandparents didn't spoil us with the presents at Christmas time.
I remember each year there would be a day when a big box or two would arrive from my grandparents. And the box was always filled with wrapped presents for the entire family. My sister and I would come home from school and see the box there. Mom would open it up and we'd take out each present, seeing who it was for, looking at it, ratttling it and putting it under the tree. My Grandmother and my Granny also included a bag of bows in each package that we'd put on ourselves--that way they wouldn't get crushed, smooshed or pretty much all around demolished in transit.
I also remember living in different time zones from my grandparents and how that would affect the order of opening presents. In my family, we didn't just get up, rush down and start opening. We'd get up, see what Santa brought us, have a nice family breakfast and then open presents. We'd always open the presents from the grandparents first so when they called to wish us Merry Christmas, we'd be able to thank them for all the presents.
Good memories...
posted by Michael Hickerson at 12/19/2004 02:29:00 PM |
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