I wanted to try a digital scrapbook page to honor my mother for all that she does to make Christmas special. The people in these old photos are my parents, my sister, and me.
Even though cash was scarce during my parents’ marriage, my mother was a great manager and she worked the whole year through for us to have wonderful Christmases. She would start in January and go until December tucking away everything she could sacrifice to buy and make with her hands so my sister and I could be thrilled with the experience of receiving and opening a bunch of gifts.
One of the ways she made Christmas so exciting for us was by allowing us to open presents in the wee hours of Christmas morning immediately after Santa left (my sister was the deliriously excitable insomniac who knew the exact moment that was). As the days of our childhood stretched into adulthood, the tradition of watching and waiting an exact moment to open presents changed only slightly. Now, we spend Christmas Eve waiting for the stroke of midnight to announce the arrival of Christmas day as our designated time to share our treasures and thank each Giver.
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