I had three most memorable Christmases so far:
Last year, my Mother died Dec 22. My brother and his family, and I, were with her up til the last. It was in the city where my brother lived and I got lost going home. Oddly enough I ended up on the street my brother lived on, whicfh was on the other side of town from the hospital. My father lived there, too. I just had a weird feeling that my Mother had guided me there. On my way home again, I saw Santa Claus walking down a dark residential street. It was strange.
A few years ago, my husband became very ill a few days before Christmas. He was in the hospital and my children and I were out shopping when the hospital called and said we should come as they didn't think he would make it. When we got there we found another family from our church, also in ICu for their mother. We didn't know them very well before, but rthey became good friends as we spent the entire holiday season, including New Year's eve, with them at the hospital. My husband made a full recovery; their mother didn't make it. It was very emotional for everyone. In addition, the weird part was that, naturally, I didn;t expect to find anything in my stocking on Christmas morning, since my husband always filled it. I filled the kids stockings about 3:00AM, and went to bed. On Christmas morning there was a set of cedar sachets in my stocking...just a small thing, but it made me believe in Santa Claus, cause I'm sure my chilcren didn't put them there; they were too young at the time to be awake that long!~
The last one was a couple years ago when we had the big ice storm that shut) us donw (no power) for five days; I wrote about this before, but it was fun spending Christmas and the days before and after,basically marooned in our house around our woodburning stove.
Last year, my Mother died Dec 22. My brother and his family, and I, were with her up til the last. It was in the city where my brother lived and I got lost going home. Oddly enough I ended up on the street my brother lived on, whicfh was on the other side of town from the hospital. My father lived there, too. I just had a weird feeling that my Mother had guided me there. On my way home again, I saw Santa Claus walking down a dark residential street. It was strange.
A few years ago, my husband became very ill a few days before Christmas. He was in the hospital and my children and I were out shopping when the hospital called and said we should come as they didn't think he would make it. When we got there we found another family from our church, also in ICu for their mother. We didn't know them very well before, but rthey became good friends as we spent the entire holiday season, including New Year's eve, with them at the hospital. My husband made a full recovery; their mother didn't make it. It was very emotional for everyone. In addition, the weird part was that, naturally, I didn;t expect to find anything in my stocking on Christmas morning, since my husband always filled it. I filled the kids stockings about 3:00AM, and went to bed. On Christmas morning there was a set of cedar sachets in my stocking...just a small thing, but it made me believe in Santa Claus, cause I'm sure my chilcren didn't put them there; they were too young at the time to be awake that long!~
The last one was a couple years ago when we had the big ice storm that shut) us donw (no power) for five days; I wrote about this before, but it was fun spending Christmas and the days before and after,basically marooned in our house around our woodburning stove.
