It’s one of my favourite childhood memories.
Each Christmas Eve after late mass, fun snacks, and opening one gift each, the little kids and my dad were tucked into bed and my mom and I got to work. She pulled bag after bag out of her closet, working hard to find all the hidden treasures that been tucked away over the past year without rhyme or order amongst sweaters and the boxes of Toffifee and After Eights that she would pull out over the holidays to the delight of us all.
It was stocking time.
Our big family shared a low-key Christmas but it was full of love, connection, and simple tradition. I’d lay the many stockings out side by side on the couch and fill them up excitedly for my little brothers and sisters. I’d help her lay out the boxes of labeled lifesavers and family gifts from Santa upon the iron wood stove that would keep us all toasty the following morning.
Our giant raggedy Christmas tree stood sentinel in the corner, filling up the entire front entrance and proudly displaying years of handmade felt and paper ornaments, a few glittery bulbs sprinkled throughout the motley mix. This was no Pinterest-worthy tree but one that was hunted down in sub-freezing weather and dragged home with devotion and determination.
I don’t know if my parents ever struggled with feeling they didn’t offer us enough, but we knew we were loved.
They bought a savings bond at the start of each new year to save for the following Christmas. They avoided debt and knew that without planning, it would be easy for a family of our size to eat up every bit of income that came in the door. Our gifts were few but thoughtful.
I still remember many of the gifts I received over the years: one year Santa brought me a handmade doll crib with a Baby Alive sleeping inside. Mine was white but I secretly wanted my sister’s black baby (portent of babies to come). One year I received a delicate diamond ring, another a portable stereo. One year a set of downhill skis with second-hand boots, still another a Driver’s Training coupon tucked into a hand-spun Beatles compilation recorded by my dad and his best friend.
Every Christmas morning bright and early, tired and bedraggled, we’d all gather together wrapped in quilts. For breakfast year after year, we ate the same mandarin oranges and oatmeal-blueberry muffins and they feel as synonymous with Christmas now as snowmen or Silent Night.
The Christmas Stockings
And of course, there were the Christmas stockings. I remember the delight of unloading my stocking with care. Item by item, slowly, carefully, so as not to lose a single treasure amidst the hubbub of wrapping or excited kids. And at the bottom of the toe, where it always hid, lay a special ornament handpicked by my mom that would form my own collection so that one day I could share a slow and simple, joy-filled Christmas with my own little family.
I continue the tradition long after both my parents are buried, my childhood home sold.
Our trees are far smaller and we hunt them down in the grocery store parking lot instead of the woods but they smell just the same. My kids and I string the lights and hang our eclectic collection of ornaments including many they handmade in their younger days. I have a few simple decorations that go up each year but for the most part, the frosty panes and tree peppered with red berries that draw the deer and birds to eat just outside our living room window, are decoration enough.
We decide as a family what we want to eat each year – sometimes we each take a role in pulling together a turkey dinner; some years we choose lasagna and salad. I make some simple desserts or my girls jump in to roll and bake. We watch the same movies over and over and my husband laughs at the same parts every year. We have no real plans for the holidays apart from family game nights and special treats, laughing and connecting.
There was no debt, no frenzy, no pressure to keep up.
I start collecting gifts and stocking stuffers early in the year like my mom before me, on a budget; no last minute hunting and gathering for me. As in my childhood, we attend a candle-lit service, eat snacks together and open one gift on Christmas eve. And after everyone in the house has gone off to bed, I turn on the lights of my little fir tree and fill stockings for my own babies, half grown up now.
As I work, I think of my mom. I think about how much I love her and miss her. About the simple joy of filling stockings with her on Christmas eve. I think of my dad in his orange tuque and how hard he worked to provide for us all. How he’d take us skidooing in arctic temperatures and warm our icy little hands in his.
I think about how my parents were imperfect people just like me and how they loved fiercely. I think about how our holidays, like our life, were simple, imperfect by social media standards, yet oh so beautiful.
And I suspect that when my kids are all grown up with families of their own, even if they opt to celebrate the holidays more extravagantly than me, one of their favourite holiday memories will be the Christmas stockings their mama filled up with care.
So I wonder, as you enter into a season of social expectation and bustle, what are the most important traditions or memories you want to pass along to your children? How might you slow down and simplify to make space for a joy-filled holiday that is, above all, about delighting in these people you share life with?
This is a guest post from Krista from alifeinprogress.ca. If you’d like to connect with her please visit her website or find her on Facebook. She’d love to give you her free 30 Days to Greater CALM mini-course.
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Mary Bryden says
I loved this story. It filled my heart with memories and Joy. This is what Christmas should all be about – small meaningful gifts and treasurers and comfort food. Thanks for sharing.
Krista O'Reilly-Davi-Digui says
You’re welcome, Mary. I was delighted, when Rebecca asked, to think back to my childhood Christmases and how they made me feel. I shared my post with my siblings and they all agree that we shared a beautiful childhood. Nothing fancy, nothing flashy, but we were well-loved.
Renee Tougas says
Loved reading about your Christmas memories.
Krista O’Reilly-Davi-Digui says
Thanks for reading xo
Jordan Oreilly says
They truly are wonderful memories.
Krista O'Reilly-Davi-Digui says
Yup – mom and dad did a fabulous job of loving us all and gifting us a beautiful childhood.
I love the simple gift ideas, doing simple things with family. If it only worked like that with blended families. My step kids had their other parent and grandparents my children had the same. They still want to indulge the kids with many hundreds of dollars in gifts and have a Christmas with them too. I had to just concentrate on how I wanted to spend my time with the kids. As the years have passed, I find myself cutting back on decorating, baking and most of all gifts. It was so exhausting and stressful that I honestly don’t love this holiday. Oh for the luxury of an intact family!
Krista O'Reilly-Davi-Digui says
Hi Leah – I love that you’re focusing on what you can control (simplifying where possible so you can have some pockets of slow and simple). I don’t have experience with blended or even extended family nearby which made our decision making a lot simpler than in some families (although we miss out on some of that messy fun):)
Sara G says
Beautiful post, Krista. Truly. I am sitting down to read this with a cup of tea and about 6 weeks until Christmas 2018. What you share is so simply and importantly, what Christmas should be about. I have childhood memories that centre around the stockings. My mom would spend a good hour or more on Christmas Eve (into 2am) getting my sister and my stocking together. She wrapped every little thing in wrapping paper, carefully and perfectly. Even today, as we are 30-something adults, my mom still does this. I love it! With a little one of my own now, I’m trying to capture the same magic I felt as a child when I saw that stocking. I love the idea of an ornament at the bottom of the toe – thank you for sharing that! Merry Christmas.