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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: It’s Christmas Day (in the present or living memory) (11/27/08)

TITLE: A Treasury of Memories
By Carmen DeMian
11/29/08


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When I was a child we always left cookies and milk for Santa Claus. In the mornings at 6:00 AM we jumped out of bed as the alarm clock vibrated up and down. Me and my siblings tossed all pillows and blankets right to the floor. Screaming and shouting as we raced thru the bedroom doors. Our eyes filled with amazement and deep surprise to look under the Christmas tree and see all the wonderful gifts. “Which ones are mine,” I asked tearing the bows and wrapping off the bright colored packages without hesitation. Celebrating with songs and carols on our dear Savior’s birth. “Glory, Glory to God of this great Earth!”

Many times I was naughty but sometimes I chose to be nice. Once I got coal in a stocking for starting too many fights. I remembered the monkeys in the little brown barrel which I kept for a long time. Laurie was my baby doll with the rolling eyes. The joy, peace and love felt could fill a room of any size. The smile of our parents as the camera quickly flashed will be cherished in my heart forever.

It was always a delight to see that Santa and his reindeers stopped by to visit us at night. Although, we weren’t always sleeping, we managed to stay out of sight. Above the front door always hung a mistletoe for all our guests to see. Those who stopped by our home exchange kisses and hugs and shared all the sweets along with great cheer. O’ but I loved the chocolate, cookies and fruit cakes Mom made the most.

Eight stockings hung from the chimney and the fire looked so bright. The sound of the red bells chiming and flashing was a pure delight. The candy canes, ornaments and angel hung on the 10’ tree adorned with a pretty cream colored skirt. On the front porch the neighbors could see the nativity scene with Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus with the three wise men. The twelve days of Christmas was my favorite song, but the one of celebration was always “Joy to the World.”

The Grinch That Stole Christmas, Frosty the Snowman and It’s A Wonderful Life, were the shows that we watched on that day. Making snow angels was as fun as could be. The laughter of the little ones could be heard throughout the street, as they played with the dolls, bikes, skates and scooters with much glee.

What I adored most was the Carolers at our door singing Hallelujah - For unto Unto us a Child is Born.


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Jan Ackerson 12/05/08
This is almost like something you'd see in an issue of "Ideals" magazine.
Gregory Kane12/09/08
A pleasing dander down memory lane. I particularly liked the comment about coal in the stocking
Marlene Austin12/10/08
Sweet personal narrative. Happy memories are most wonderful. :)