The first thing I did when I got up this morning was to look out the window to see if we had gotten any of the possible snow that has been talked about over the past few days. If you look hard, like between the cracks of our brick walkway out back, or on our roof, you can see a little faint dusting of snow. It’s just a tiny bit, but it would have been enough at one time to keep up our old family tradition.
My mind goes back on this cold morning to other cold mornings of my childhood. I remember how Mom would always be up very early, faithfully fixing breakfast for Dad before he left for his job at the railroad station nearby. Then she would do the same for us, getting five breakfasts ready for us kids before we left for school……and somehow getting herself ready to head out the door for her own job.
But in the fall or early winter, there was often one magical morning that we would wake up to the sound of Christmas music. Christmas music didn’t start playing at our house full time until after Thanksgiving. One holiday at a time, please, in the King household. However, there was one moment that Christmas music was played before the allowed time…….one day that it was perfectly fine to hear the early strains of We Wish You a Merry Christmas.
That time was on the occasion of the very first snowfall. It didn’t matter if the first snowflakes fell in October. If there was a bit of snow falling from the sky, Mom would put on a Christmas record……and if it was in the morning, we would wake up to the sounds of Christmas in the house. And we knew…..we knew without even getting out of bed……that there was snow on the ground. Of course, we would rush to the windows to see if there was enough to allow us to stay home from school, but there rarely was.
Mom and Dad loved snow. Even when we all moved away from home, there was that one special day that our phone would ring and when we answered we would only hear a Christmas song being played. None of us would have to guess or wonder what that was about. We knew! It was Mom and Dad announcing with delight that they had gotten the first snowfall of the season. We all had a little contest going, hoping that we would beat them to the punch and be the one to call first with that Christmas music playing loudly, holding the phone up to the speakers so that they could clearly hear it. Then we would put the phone to our ear and hear them say, “You got snow?!” Yes, we got snow and it’s so beautiful, and on and on we would go…..laughing as if this was the greatest day ever. And it was, in a sense, for Mom and Dad passed their love of snow on to all five of us children……and it was simple and sweet and so much fun to share that first snowfall of the season tradition over the years.
But it makes me a little sad this morning to know that I can’t call Mom to share my first little snowfall with her. Well, I could call her…..but she would wonder who I am…..and why am I playing that music to her……and just what is that song, anyway? Mom has Alzheimer’s and she doesn’t remember our old family tradition. She doesn’t even remember our family. So a phone call like that would only frustrate and confuse her, and would be upsetting to me as well.
I’m thankful for the sweet memories, though. For the special traditions that our family had, as all families do. I’m thankful that during the time Dad was dying of cancer, God allowed him to enjoy lots of snow during that November. I remember him sitting in his wheel chair at their sliding glass doors, watching the snow and enjoying the hungry birds crowding their bird feeders on the deck. Thankful that he got to see the beautiful Christmas tree all decorated the way he loved and listen to the pretty Christmas music.
It makes me realize how much we need to cherish our families and our times together, for it all goes by so quickly. We live together for such a very short time before everyone scatters. Brothers, sisters, children…..living here and there in this busy world. So build the bonds of family strong while the children are young……develop the traditions…..and stay in touch over the years.
Merry Christmas, everyone! It’s a little early, but there IS some snow on the ground. If you look real hard, you can see it. But it’s enough.