Each year, opening the Christmas boxes releases magic in our house. The homemade ornaments, treasured angels and globes, snowmen mugs and dishes, candles, Christmas lights, stocking hangers, wreath, and so on cause eruptions of "Oh! Look at this!" from the kids, and honestly, from me, too. I find myself picking up ornaments and carrying them in my open palms like birds, to nest in our artificial tree for another year. Even the tree and its rusting hooks and plastic pine needles shed on the carpet brings a grin of nostalgia for my parents' house, illuminating Christmases past in my mind.
When we moved to Ashland in 2007, I began writing a Christmas book for our family, in a green velvet book with a jeweled cover. At the start of December, after unpacking the Christmas decorations, I usually sit down and read through the previous years and then record the activities of this year. After Christmas, I usually write a summary of the holidays before putting the decorations away again for another year. It's my favorite Christmas book to read.
Does your family have any Christmas books that have stayed with you for many years?