Christmas is still my favorite. I love the decorations, the lights and the smells of Christmas. My thoughts always return to childhood and that feeling of waking up on Christmas morning to find all the gifts, going to the extended families home and enjoying great food. The memories I have of this holiday are wonderful and sweet. Full of love and joy.
My Christmas spirit has gone through a great transformation in the past few years. I grew up knowing what every holiday would bring, my mom and dad getting us tooth brushes and pj's with one "expensive" gift we really wanted. We spent every Christmas morning at home, the afternoon with my mom's family and the night with my dad's family. Every single year it was like that the whole time growing up. I loved it. What I wouldn't give to go back to that morning just one last time and see everyone again.
My grandparents are all gone, had a cousin taken from us way too soon, divorce and remarriage. The family has grown, and swelled. We have lost love ones and gained some. We have scattered across country but are able to keep in touch thanks to modern technology. One thing that has never changed is the love we have for each other, we have our issues and problems, but if one of us needed help with just one phone call we would have support in a heart beat. And because of that love if one of us were out of line, or do something stupid we have no problem speaking up and saying that's not right.
It is the true definition of family, we are there for one another but do not let anyone shame the family name otherwise that person is out and good luck getting back in. It's a family that is not to messed with but would give the shirt off there back if you needed one. If one us are hurting and victimized we band together around them, but if one us does the hurting and victimizing we band together around the victim. And that's the way it is supposed to be
