To all my readers, if you celebrate Christmas I hope you have a merry Christmas! If you don’t, have a wonderful December 25th. To celebrate Christmas, I thought I would tell the story of my most vivid childhood memory. While we had a few Christmas traditions in my home and I have many memories of family time, opening presents, watching Christmas specials, but one of my most vivid memories is going to candlelight service.
You see, when I was a child, my family often spent Christmas Eve and Christmas mornings opening presents at my maternal grandparent’s house then went to my paternal Grandparents home for a large Italian Family Christmas dinner.
Candlelight service was special to me, perhaps even magical. Say church and people always think it’s about God, but for me, it wasn’t. I don’t remember any of the sermons. What I loved was holding the candle. My parents didn’t allow me to play with matches. I wasn’t normally aloud to hold a lit candle, but for one evening of the year, I had to take the flame from the candle of whoever sat beside me on the pew and then give the light to the next person. It made me nervous, I knew fire was dangerous, but there I was, holding a white candle with a white paper bobeche to catch the drips of wax. For a short time, I was in control. I was responsible for it. I had to make sure I did not drop it or let it get to close to my little sisters or the hymnals. In fact, since the pews were also wood, I thought I had to keep it safe from the pews too. The magic happened, because for that short period of time, I was a grown up.
So that is my most vivid Christmas memory. What’s yours?
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