Treasured memories of Christmas

The story goes some time ago that a mother punishes his five-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapper. The money was close and she became even more upset when the child uses the book of gold to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

However, the girl brought the gift box his mother the next morning and then said:
"This is for you, Momma."

The mother was embarrassed by her previously about the reaction, but his anger erupted again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke with her daughter in a harsh manner.
"Don't you know, Miss, when you give someone a gift that is supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in his eyes and said: "Oh, Momma, is not empty!" "It blew kisses it unless it was full."
The mother was crushed. Fell on his knees and puts his arms around his little girl, she begged forgiveness for his thoughtless wrath.

An accident took the life of the child only a shortly afterwards, and it is said that the mother kept that gold box by his bed during all the years of his life.

When she was discouraged or difficult problems it would open the throw an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child that had been placed there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings, have been given a picture of gold filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could be held

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Christmas Memories That Will Last Forever

A favourite Christmas song was a line that describes Christmas as "the most wonderful time of the year". Giving and receiving gifts is something that is highly anticipated and remembered at Christmas, there are also many more activities that make Christmas memorable and wonderful.

One of these activities is decorating the Christmas tree. Christmas tree occupies a central place and is the most visible Christmas in most homes. Unlike in other countries, houses most Americans do not have a representation of the scene of the Nativity, which is more likely to be located in the churches.

As soon as the Christmas season starts the day after Thanksgiving, families will begin their quest for the perfect Christmas tree. This in itself can become a memorable activity as children may accompany members of the family in a place like a Christmas tree farm to select a tree.

Once a real or artificial tree is selected, and then it is an exciting activity for the whole family to play a role in the decoration of the tree. Manufactured decorations come in many shapes and forms. But a special memory is created when the family members a special decoration for the Christmas tree, or contribute to one or more items of souvenir to decorate the Christmas tree. It then becomes a ritual each year for these selected items to be placed on the Christmas tree, while the other decorations can change in the coming years.

Another activity that can help to create special memories at Christmas is baking cookies. With popular gingerbread cookies, to make cookie cutters using special cookies in the form of holiday is also practised much in households. Based on the age of the children, they can help in the actual activity of cooking by measuring and mixing certain ingredients, or younger children can sprinkle sugar on cookies or decorate with icing when they are finished. Help this activity can also be educational as parents can use to measure activity and find equivalent measures to teach fractions and other mathematical elements.

An activity linked to food which also helps to create memories during the Christmas season is fruit and goody baskets, which are filled with candy, articles of bakery and other treats for loved ones, friends special, neighbours, teachers or charity. Items such as goody baskets are especially wonderful gifts of Christmas because they are homemade. That quality makes it often the most valuable as a Christmas present to be purchased at the store.

Because Christmas is the season of good will and good time, it is very important to achieve family, relatives and friends during the season. Busy lives that many people lead today often their leaves little or no time in the year to be in contact often with family and friends who are located far away or even other living at a distance in the same or of a neighbouring State, for example.

It is therefore very common at Christmas to send a Christmas or holiday greeting card to these people. With remembrance pleasant to receive the card, there may be a short included letter gives a brief account of an important event in the life of the individual or with members of the family. This in fact send and receive most memorable Christmas greeting cards.

Then there probably the most awaited the Christmas activity - discover what gift of Christmas Santa brought Christmas Eve. While the adults also forward with great anticipation to see what they will get for Christmas gifts, it really is the children who get the greatest pleasure to receive gifts at Christmas.

Actions carefully planned to hide this Christmas of the children and then as if by magic, put them under the Christmas tree can be found on Christmas morning is one of the most wonderful to create unforgettable memories for children at Christmas.

Christmas time - a season of memories

Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Christmas is one of the happiest seasons of our life. It gathers us together as families, where we create special loving traditions and so many loving memories. We all have special remembrances of Christmas's past. I would like to share with you some of my memories.
Christmas has changed for me through the years. I am a grandma now and enjoy
special Christmas's with my grown children and their families. I watch them create lasting memories for their little ones. I am reminded of those happy times when my precious children were still home with us and of the Christmas's we had
Together. How I miss those special times.

My song "Christmas Wish" says what is in my heart.
If I could have one Christmas wish, I'd go back in time,
When our children all were young and they were home with us.
We'd decorate the house with lights, put up the Christmas tree,
Bake cookies; sing Christmas carols in the neighborhood.
Make gifts for the ones we love; wrap them really nice,
Laugh, kiss and hug a lot, we'd have so much fun.
I'd read the story of Jesus Christ, born in Bethlehem
In the manger we'd carefully lay the Savior in.
Christmas Eve we'd hold them tight, our hearts filled with love
Give thanks for our family, our special gift from God.
We'd tuck them safely into bed, fill the stockings full,
Peek in at our sleeping babes; angels without wings.
Eyes would sparkle Christmas morn' when Dad turned on the lights,
Santa left so many gifts; cookies and milk were gone.
Opening gifts was the best of all; parcels ripped apart,
Finding their special wish, jumping up and down.
I'd bake the turkey as they played with the toys they got,
We'd feast together on food and love, what a heavenly day.
The memories of those special days many years ago
Seem like only yesterday; life was filled with joy.
If I could have one Christmas wish, I'd go back in time,
When our children all were young and they were home with us.

Not only does Christmas bring back memories of my precious children but also
memories or my dear mother who passed away October 18, 2002. She was
86 years old and life had not been easy for but she did her best to make our lives
Happy. The most favorite memories of my mother were the wonderful
Christmas's she created for my brother, sister and I. She always made Christmas
beautiful and exciting, in spite of our alcoholic father who played havoc with our
Lives, whenever he got drunk, especially at Christmas time.

My mother seemed to have a mission to make things right for us each Christmas.
Every year she would open a charge account at Zellers, to buy us gifts. My
father gave her no money. We were poor because of his addiction. She bought us
needed things like socks and underwear but always something special. I
remember the red leather loose-leaf binder she gave me when I was 10. We kids
did not know it then, but for the rest of the year mom paid off her charge account
with cash she could squeeze from her food money. Each new season she started
over with another Christmas charge account.

Mom did not let us see the tree before Christmas morning, an old family tradition.
My kids now have their tree up at least two weeks before Christmas. But never the less, when I was young the first viewing of the tree was glorious.

One Christmas Eve, when my dad was drunk, he took a Christmas tree from a lot,
which had closed for the night, and hauled it home, dragging it behind him. We
lived in Canada and the tree was frozen. When he brought it into our house to
thaw it out; my mother was made aware of why no one had purchased it. The
tree had only a few branches. My mother sent him back for another tree, which
was equally as bare, so they tied the two together.

Mom would stay up all night carefully decorating the tree and wrapping our gifts.
She always had a knack of doing things perfectly. She made a special effort to
choose the most beautiful paper she could afford and each gift had a bright
ribbon and bow. She was dedicated to bringing excitement to our eyes,
Christmas morning, when she turned on the lights to our gorgeous tree, laden
with so many gifts from Santa. Her reward came when she saw the enjoyment we
had as we ripped open each treasure.

Often our father was too hung over to get up with us to open gifts and would later
head out the day to be with his buddies but our mother made sure out
Christmas was special. We always went to grandma and grandpa's house for a
turkey feast with all our relatives.

This Christmas I am especially grateful for my loving mother who sacrificed so
much for her family and created Christmas memories and traditions, which I see
being passed down to my grandchildren. I will miss her dearly.

In all of our own lives we have special Christmas memories and I have one more

which I will never forget.

I call it "The Miracle of the Pinecones."
Just before Christmas, several years ago, my five-year-old grandson, Jesse, and I
were in Julian California where my husband was completing a job.
As we wondered below the spectacular pine trees we saw pinecones lying on the
They were large and magnificent. My grandson loved them and wanted to
Take some home, so we gathered them up.

I wondered what we could create with them. As I held one up and turned it upside down, I realized it looked like a perfect Christmas tree, only brown. I found my
Christmas snow and sprayed it white. Right before our eyes the pinecone turned
into a tree, covered with a blanket of snow. We then decided to decorate it. I
When we touched them to the snow they stuck. The
pinecones became jewel covered Christmas trees.

Jesse and I had so much fun making trees that we encouraged my mother, his
great-grandmother to get involved and we spent an afternoon making beautiful
trees. What a wonderful memory I have of my mother and grandson working
together creating multicolored treasures. I took a picture with my heart.
We had so many trees and wondered what to do with them all. We gave some to
family members and recruited them to go Christmas caroling in the
neighborhood. I took another picture with my heart, of little Jesse singing 'Away in a Manger' and then and then proudly giving his precious tree to a smiling neighbor.

We still had trees to give and I wondered what to do with them. That year I taught the 16-year-old Sunday school class at my church. I wondered if I could combine my teenagers and the trees into a service project that would bring the spirit of Christmas to these young people. There was a senior care home across from our Church. I inquired if they would allow me to bring my teenagers in to sing Christmas carols to their residences and distribute the remaining Christmas trees. The home gave me their approval and thanks. When I presented my idea to my students I was not prepared for their response. Some of them were not excited about the idea. Actually, I think, many of them were just embarrassed to sing in front of each other. But I assured them it would be a nice thing to do and armed each one with a tree, the boys as well as the girls. We set out on our mission.

When we stepped into the first room of the care home, my young people were a
little timid but did sing a weak verse of "Silent Night", except for one big boy who
stood in the back of the room and would not sing. One of them handed their tree
to the grateful patient and we left.

As we worked our way from room to room the teenagers gradually warmed up,
when they saw the smiles and tears on the faces of those dear old souls, except
for the boy in the back. Their singing got louder and more in tune and they
couldn't wait to rush to the next room. I will always remember the 95-year old man,
who had been confined to bed for several years, accepting his Christmas tree

from a group of excited teenagers. I took another picture.

When we had given out the trees the young people were satisfied and happy. They
felt the Christmas spirit and didn't want to leave. They knew the joy they had given
the patients.

We finally headed for the door. Along the way we met a sad little lady sitting in the
hallway in her wheelchair. When she spotted those noisy, laughing teenagers a
smile came across her toothless face and she held up her feeble arms hoping to
give them a hug. My wonderful teenagers formed a line and each one of them
bent down and give her a big hug. Another picture!

When we got outside the building, we discovered that the teenage boy, who had
stayed in the back of each room and would not sing, was missing. I went back
into the building to find him and it was then that I took the most memorable
picture, with my heart. There, in the hallway, was the big muscular boy, on his
knees, in the arms of that dear little 100-year-old lady. He had his strong, but
gentle arms rapped around her frail little body. Tears were streaming down both
their faces. On her lap was the pinecone Christmas tree he had carried
throughout the home and had been too embarrassed to give.

That year love came in the form of a pinecone tree.
We all have so much to be grateful for as we create Christmas memories and
traditions within our families How blest we all are.

This Christmas we have more reasons to look for the good things of life and be
thankful for all we are blessed with, in spite of events of the world. We must
remember that Christmas is a season of giving and of gratefulness.
I wrote a song to help encourage all of us and help us know what we can do
this Christmas to make a difference in our world.

What Can I Do To Help?

There's so much sadness and so much pain. What can I do to help?

There's so much anger and hatred. What can I do to help?

I can cherish my freedom, in this country I love.

I can bring comfort to someone. I can do all that I should.

There's so much hurt and confusion. What can I do to help?

There's so much sorrow and worry. What can I do to help?

I can love my brother; I can do a kind deed.

I can care for another; I can get down on my knees.

There's so much sadness and so much pain. What can I do to help?

There's so much anger and hatred? What can I do to help?

I can fight against evil and the suffering it brings

I can always to God's will, so peace can come to our world

I can always do God's will so peace can come to our world.