Here we are on the last day of the 12 Days of Blogmas challenge and I have managed to post every day. Hurray for me! I usually have a very difficult time sticking to a schedule with my blog, it isn’t the writing I have trouble with, it’s actually getting it posted.
This year I stuck to it and got something on the blog every day, even if it was very early in the morning or late at night (you know, the time when most moms can find a few moments for themselves 😌
I can remember when our girls were small, having to work on the sweaters, scarves or dolly dresses or blankets I was making them for Christmas early in the morning or late at night; listening for tiny footsteps on the stairs, ready to hide the contents of my hands before they could spy anything.
|I can’t count the number of scrap blankets I’ve made over the years|
Handicrafts have always been a big part of our Christmases and this still continues today. Our girls love to have all the little cousins over for craft nights and whenever our grandson has the chance, he will join craft sessions at holiday events.
|Making a vintage Christmas wreath at the Clark County Museum Heritage Holidays event|
Many of my fondest memories come from attending Christmas events with our family. Some of those are from this week (making memories with our grandsons are so special, I don’t forget those from the past but these are different.)
We were fortunate to receive tickets for the Magical Forest at Opportunity Village in Las Vegas during our visit. This was a new event for us and it didn’t disappoint. The trees themselves were amazing.
|The Magical Forest|
And what boy (or girl) wouldn’t be excited to take a ride on a miniature train, especially one that loops its way through a forest draped with glittering lights?
|The Forest Express|
Of course, I do have fond memories of Christmases from my childhood. I was reminded of one, in particular, this week as we drove by a Christmas tree lot that was selling flocked Christmas trees. I hadn’t seen a stock of trees like that since my family lived in Florida when I was eleven.
That Christmas, things were pretty tight for our family since my dad had been laid off from his job until after the new year. My parents made sure there was food on the table but there wasn’t enough left over for one of those very expensive flocked trees.
Knowing that our mom was crushed at the thought of not be able to hang her cherished decorations on a tree that year, my brother and I approached the man at the lot and asked if he could spare some of the trimmed branches for us. He happily agreed to our picking up the discarded greenery so DJ and I carried as many home as our arms could carry.
We carefully arranged our branches in a lovely container (the bathroom trash can, it was clear plastic faux crystal and looked beautiful to us) then showed our mom at dinnertime. You would have thought we were presenting her with real crystal and diamond crusted tree the way she reacted. I’ll never forget that year when we had so little but truly had so much.
|Fruit pies may look innocent enough but can be dangerous 😱|
|Limited Edition card from the event|
|He didn’t seem to mind the cold but my phone did not want to cooperate in taking a good picture|