Ghosts of Christmas Past (seasonal memories, anyone?)
At last it looks properly like December outside my door (a foot of snow overnight.)
A little bit ago Annie related a sweet little story about her siblings and her mother's Christmas puddings. It made me wonder if anyone else would like to share memories of Christmas past. If Christmas is not your tradition, anything that is seasonal or meaningful to you would be a pleasure to hear.
My own 'picturesque' holiday memories are spare, and none of them involve bread. If bread made an appearance at our dinner table it invariably meant a garlic-buttered pseudo-baguette, and that only if we were having spaghetti.
Christmas eve, when I was very young, was time for putting up the tree, after my father made his trinity of holiday pies: apple, mince, and pumpkin (the only one I liked.)
When I was very young, Christmas stockings invariably held a tangerine and a silver dollar at the toe.
In Cincinnati we were lucky to get enough snow to cover the grass. White Christmas just didn't happen.
If there were cookies, they came from the neighbor. Her simple, colored-sugar-topped cut-out sugar cookies are still what I think of when I think 'Christmas cookies.'
Please tell us your stories!