(This is a guest post from Paul Merrill, part of the If Only in My Dreams: Big Question Series.)
Christmas means different things to different people. After 22 years of marriage, Heather and I are finally understanding how much our families influenced how we enjoy holidays.
- How many presents are under the tree?
- Do you open presents on Christmas morning or Christmas Eve?
- How many lights go up on the house?
- Which way do you have your kids celebrate the holiday?
So, what was that great Christmas memory?
One of my best childhood memories is riding in the back seat of our 1967 VW Beetle on a cold Christmas Eve. The weak heater forced us to huddle close to stay warm. (That model doesn’t even have a fan to force the engine’s heat into the cabin!) My brother Bill and I shared the secret of what present we got each other. I can remember the cold, but, the memory doesn’t stretch far enough to remind me what that present was.
My brother, Bill, and I still are great friends. Though we live 900 miles apart, we still share presents, though not whispered in the back seat of an ancient Beetle. And our presents look a little different.
This year, share some aspect of Christmas with someone you love.
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