pointman11

I am not a Christian, I am not a huge holiday person mainly because I usually work them. But Christmas has a special place in my heart for me. All my life, I have always spent my Christmas's with my Grandma Williams. She was a devote Christian, but she accepted that I was not and loved me anyways. Every great Christmas memory I have is of her. I would get up and drive strait to her house and spend the day. I can still see her rocking in her blue rocker either doing some last minute knitting for Riley Childrens Hospital or creating another craft from virtually everything. I can still see tray after tray of cookies sitting on her dinning room table she made for friends, family, church, and anyone else who just happened by. She even made a tray for the bars that I worked for. Christmas of 03, she decided not to make any cookies. She was exhausted and just didnt have it in her. She passed away 5 months later, 3 days shy of my grandfathers passing to the day. Since she passed away in 04, I have taken up teh tradition of making the christmas cookies. Just the smell of the cookies filling my house takes me back to when I was a kid and she would let me lick teh beaters and sample warm cookies fresh from the oven. Even today, 5 years after she passed, licking the cookie beaters makes me feel like she is with me, smiling. Christmas to me is not teh gifts, or a celibration of a relkigion. Christmas to me is the magical day when I can feel my grandmothers hand on my check as I miss her terribly. It is a house full of scents that brings the creak of her rocker as she sits there knitting. It is the knowing that even as I sit alone in a dark house engulfed in the best memories of my past, she is with me remembering those same days. This is one of a few days thoughout the year, that I can hold my grandmother again. I sincerly hope that those of you out there have a safe and wonderful holiday as I am sitting here engulfed in teh arms of my wonderful Grandmother. I love you Grandma