Christmas Delivery

Featuring Vinyl and Fashiowl Poses

My goodness! Christmas is right around the corner and hopefully, by the time you are reading this, I have mailed off the last of my packages. I may have mentioned that neither my husband nor I have family anywhere close so everything has to be mailed. Mine is all mostly back in Michigan BUT my hubbies kids are coming to spend Christmas with us this year and I am excited to have them!

This pose set from Fashiowl Poses brought back one of my favorite childhood Christmas memories. My parents are originally from Kentucky and moved to Michigan a couple of years before I was born. My maternal grandparents still lived in Kentucky and there were years when we loaded up the car and drove the seemingly never ending drive from Michigan to Kentucky to surprise my grandparents for Christmas. My mother is one of 6 children so the years we did these surprise trips everyone came…aunts, uncles, cousins, and the memories are priceless.

Now my grandparents lived in a very, very small town (if you could even call it that) in Harlan County and there was so much poverty there. There was one house that always stood out, maybe because it was in the crook of a hairpin curve so we always slowed to a crawl, which I suppose gave us more time to look at it a little closer. It was what most of us would call a shack, certainly not habitable in today’s world, yet back then it was home to those who lived there, including children, boys and girls who always waved as we passed. Tar paper hung from the windows where glass should have been and one year it even hung in place of the front door.

One of those years we made the surprise Christmas trip, my mother packed 2 large black trash bags. One was filled with toys and the other with clothes, not all of it was new but not everything in life has to be new, does it?. My mother was, and still would be if she could still drive, an avid “garage saler” and that is where she found most of the items she had packed.

When we came to the house we didn’t just pass by…we stopped. I don’t remember exactly what happened except my mother went to the door and was talking to the women that lived there and as my mother turned back towards the car, 5 small children ran from the house following her. They pulled the black bags from the trunk and the children excitedly began pulling things out. Toys were played with or passed to a sibling and clothes were touched delicately and squeezed in loving hugs. I remember being excited by their excitement and feeling full of love for my mother who had done this kind thing for those children. I sometimes wonder if they recall that Christmas like I do and if they do, I hope it brings a smile to their faces like it does mine.

It’s true that making Christmas memories and giving time of yourself is the very best gift….a gift that lasts a lifetime.