“Scents and Cents”

     My father died when I was 10 years old, so my Christmas memories of my early years are few.  My daddy was ill and couldn’t work all the time, but he was handy with his hands.  He made a wheel that would rotate with a small motor.  The wheel had three colors on it, red, green and blue.  He would spray the tree white, shine the wheel rotation on it and it would change color.  People would stop, watching our tree change colors.

     Mother would start baking right after Thanksgiving.  She made fruitcake every year.  The house would smell of spice and baking cookies.

     There wasn’t much money, so Christmas would mean socks and underwear, maybe new pajamas.  There would be one special gift, so my sister and I would spend hours going through the “Sears Wishbook.”

     We spent Christmas with church and dinner with my father’s Danish family.  That meant Eibaishiven (small round Danish pancakes.)  Delicious.

      Christmas mean family together, not a lot of money, but a lot of love.

     Father God, I thank you for memories of past Christmases and also

for Christmases to come.

                             from Carolyn B, from our church