When Christmas. My mom would cook so much, our small apartment was filled with yummy smells of my favourite meals. I’d sit at the open window between the steaming kitchen and the frozen wind looking at the dark pink sky. It was pink. It was snowing and it was pink. I had my little phone toy and I’d talk to Santa on it. So today anything from coffee to mulled wine to garlic to cold air takes me to Christmas.
We used to live across the street from the busiest hill in wintertime. I miss that view. As we were approaching the big snow covered hill, we would DIE in anticipation that we were gonna slide and scream like all the other 50 kids on it. It was soooo good. I miss sleighs. Do you remember the sound it makes when it slides on the snow? We would stay on the hill even after it got dark and we were so hooked that we would eat snow when we were thirsty just so we didn’t have to leave all the fun for a sip of water. I would get home all sweaty from running up and down, but also frozen, couldn’t feel my toes. I’d hop my butt on the radiator and stick my feet in cold water and I just melted. THE BEST!
Later on we discovered carolling. Put together 2 to 10 kids from the music school and send them carolling and you’ve got yourself a party. Musicians are just the best crowd to be around.
If there are any other Christmas freaks out there, I’d love to hear your memories.
P.S. I am humming 12 Days of Christmas as I’m writing this…