Updated: May 21
After dinner on Christmas Eve, I shot-up from the table and scuttled to the garage.
I knew EXACTLY where I had seen it.
The little, red, spiral-bound book.
During the 2020 quarantine I did a massive garage clean-out.
The 'red book' had been located and set aside for safe keeping.
The front cover reads: Christmas Through The Years.
A gift my mom received in 1984 from her sister.
I would have been 2 years old at the time.
Emerging from the garage I proudly brought the book to the dining table.
For the rest of the evening, my mom and I went through every page.
There was a lot of laughter and some tears too.
Since 1984 this red book documented Christmas.
Each year, the annual Christmas letter was glued to a page.
This newsy letter was sent with a photo card.
Back then, women were writing/typing out 2-page family updates.
Other artifacts were included in the book, my letters to Santa.
The book had a spot to write the:
Weather, Menu and Guests on Christmas Day.
The 'Year In Review' provided a place for world events, earthquakes, trips.
Also, a record of Christmas gifts received and any other holiday memories.
My mom added to this book every-single-year.
Quite an accomplishment.
I found myself profoundly impacted by the book and its contents.