This time of year I think a lot about my grandmother. When I was a child she was Christmas. All of our celebrations focused on her. Though we saw her all the time she became that honored guest we were happily striving to serve.
I can remember the complete excitement of her ringing the doorbell on Christmas Eve because I knew that meant it was all starting.
To me she was tradition in every sense that is good. I took comfort in knowing that on Christmas Eve at the same time every year she would apply her lipstick and fluff her hair in anticipation of mass. We naturally followed suit and got dressed up.
On Christmas morning we’d all pile into the car and go to her house for a familiar Christmas brunch. There was just something special and comforting about that custom. When I look back, I don’t know what exactly made is so distinct but that was the magic of my grandmother.
I miss the Christmas she represented. I miss traditions lost and I miss her. I can’t bring her back but I can remember. I can admire what she represented and share pictures and moments with my children to keep the memories alive.
There are so many people that come into our stores with that same hope. We’ve lost the person but are clinging to those wonderful memories. We are hoping to do our part in paying tribute to the importance of someone who means so much.
On this Christmas I wish you hugs and laughter with those around you and lots of good memories, new and old.