Christmas evokes memories of Holiday Seasons past. Some of those memories are joyous, some are sad, some make us laugh and some make us cry. I want to share with you a few of my favorite memories from Christmas is my past.

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One year when I was 8 or 9, I came down with the measles at Christmas. I had to wear dark glasses and I was not aloud to watch television. The movie "Babes in Toyland" was going to be on and I wanted to see it so badly, but no amount of begging and pleading brought about the desired result. I was still not going to be able to watch the movie.

Now I was permitted to lay on the sofa, so that was where I arranged to be on THE night. I turned around so I was not facing the television, just like I had promised my mother, and to my delight, I could watch the movie in the reflection of my sunglasses.

So I got to see "Babes in Toyland" but I could not mention what I'd seen to anyone, since I wasn't supposed to have seen it at all.

One of my favorite memories is attending Christmas Eve Candlelight service. I can't tell you much about any of those services, except for the candle lighting. Everyone received a tiny candle, so small that no one ever thought they would give very much light. But when the ushers turned off the main lights, the entire church was flooded with soft glowing light. Then everyone started singing "Silent Night" and the beauty of the night and the wonder of the Birth of the Savior brought tears to every eye in the church.

My son was born in California and lived there for 4 1/2 years. As a result he had never seen snow. Just before his 4th birthday we went to visit his Boston Grandparents for Christmas. He was terribly disappointed when he got off the plane and there was no snow.

As the days passed and Christmas drew near, he got frustrated with the weather. One day he created a "magic" wand out of tinker toys and started waving it around. When asked what he was doing, he replied that he was making it snow.

Midnight on Christmas Eve came and there was still no snow. The stars shone brightly and the weatherman claimed there was no chance for snow. My son was one very disappointed little boy.

When morning dawned we were awakened by one very excited child. He wasn't excited about Christmas, he was excited about the 6 inches of snow already on the ground and more falling every minute. God had made a little boy's dearest wish come true with a little Christmas Magic.

One year when the children were small, my husband was laid off and we had no idea when he would return to work. Money was short that year and we decided, about 10 days before Christmas, that we just could not affort to spend the money on a real tree. We had an old bedraggled artifical tree that we could use and save the money to buy food, or pay the heat bill.

The kids were disappointed, but seemed to take it well. We called the Christmas Tree Farm where we had tagged a tree back in September to tell them that we couldn't afford to come and cut that beautiful blue spruce we had chosen because of his unemployment.

About 15 minutes later these lovely people called back and told us to come and pick up the tree. They would have it cut and ready for us. I told them we couldn't afford to pay for it, and he said. "That's okay, consider it a gift, I know how it is to be out of work too."

We went and got the tree, brought it home and had it sitting in the living room ready to decorate when the kids got off the bus from school. They could smell the tree the minute they opened the door, and two children flew up the stairs with stars in their eyes to greet this unexpected and very welcome gift of love.

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