
And as I get ready for the holiday I look out at
the snow, and recall so many fun things I did as a child.
I didn’t care

and down a hill of white cold snow.
I would go home and take off my wet gloves and boots and my fingers and feet burned as they thawed out. The next day I put on the gloves that dried near the stove and shoved my feet with my shoes into my goulashes
and went out again.

There are many memories in my mind as I sit here, the glass wax that my mother added color to and decorated the windows, the small round silver, green and red foil wreaths with the orange lighted candles in the middle that she put in each window.
The large colored Christmas lights that was wrapped through the branch

My heart is full of memories and good wishes for all to enjoy their holiday.
“Memories are precious stories that we share with ourselves and others like little pages of our lives.”
(If you double click on pics they became enlarged)
LuLu Borealis
12/21/2009