Every New Years Day, my mom took down the tree. Always, as if it was required. In a few days, though, I knew it would be Christmas again.
When I was little…four, five, six years old…we celebrated a second Christmas after the first one was done. My mother’s side of the family celebrated Christmas on the feast of the Epiphany, January 6, and for a kid, that’s great. We didn’t get presents again, but we knew after we finished the December 25th Christmas, we’d get to go to my grandparents’ house on the 6th and celebrate again…cousins, aunts, uncles…eat, sing, play…food and fun!
Our memories from childhood are pictures, aren’t they?
I see me sitting with my cousins on the stairs off my grandparents’ kitchen. Laughing, making noise, keeping an eye on the grown-ups in the kitchen. I see my grandmother bustling around her big old stove and lots of people scattered around the kitchen table. I see the block of soft yellow butter my grandmother kept in a white metal cabinet…the silly details we hold onto.
Then there’s the boxy living room. Two couches. One against the wall with the TV. A second couch on the opposite wall. And a single small picture hanging over that couch, Jesus knocking on a door.
My five uncles are gathered at the couch by the TV. Four of them sitting, looking up to the uncle who is standing, facing them. He’s directing them, sort of like their choir director. They’re singing Christmas carols, harmonizing, and the rest of us are on the other side of the room, the audience. Now it’s time for Hark the Herald Angels Sing. They need to get in tune because the song starts strong, with a hark. The uncle who’s directing asks them to sound their harks, and they do. Hark…hark…hark…hark. Again, seriously. Hark…hark…hark…hark. That’s when they start giggling. Yes, grown men giggle. So my uncle repeats, a bit sternly, sound your harks! And they go for it, this time with bad, goofy bad, silly harks.
At that point, it all falls apart, and we laugh til our sides hurt.
Enjoy your day. Take a minute to laugh, and giggle, and for sure, sound your harks.
etikser 
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I never got over the habit of taking the Christmas tree down on New Year’s Day. Maybe because I always though it was kind of a do nothing day. All the activity of the holidays is over and on Jan. 2 you likely have to head off to do whatever it is you do.
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I always felt sad that the tree was coming down already, so now I leave mine up at least until the 12th day of Christmas.
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I keep my tree up until after New Years. I really enjoyed this. Sweetly written with a giggle and lovely moments 😊❤️
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Thank you!
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What a lovely memory, and the details really bring it to life. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment.
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Reblogged this on etikser and commented:
I posted this a few years ago…a memory from long ago.
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You have such wonderful memories of those years, always cherish them! 🙏🏻❤️
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Thanks so much. We all try to keep those memories, don’t we?
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Oh yes, I have the same kind of memories. Many of my aunts and uncles and my mother have passed. Christmas has never been the same without my mother.
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I think that’s true of many families. I can remember my mother trying to take on that role after her mother died. Big shoes to fill.
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I agree. Nobody can fill my mom’s shoes…
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I love that you remember all those tiny details that add up to create a big memory.
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Thanks. It was a fun time.
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What a sweet Christmas memory. Thanks for writing down “the silly details” of your life and sharing them with your readers.
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Thank you so much for reading and for your kind remarks.
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