What a perfect time of year to share childhood memories!
(Or has Biz just been looking for an excuse to request baby pics of all of us?)
Carrie “Bright Spirit” Simmons
The holidays was, and still is, an exciting time for us as a family of five raised by a single
mom. My sister, Jenny and I shared a room and would get our own mini Christmas tree. We would read under the lights at night and exchange our own Christmas gifts on Christmas eve. Our house didn’t have a fireplace so we made one out of cardboard and put our socks there for Santa. I remember playing with all the ornaments on the tree and making up stories for each them. On Christmas day we would watch each other open gifts and be so excited about what we gave each other just as much as opening our own gifts. My favorite foods would (and still are) chex mix and magic cookie bars. My grandparents would come over later that day and we open more gifts and then all watch old time movies like Laurel and Hardy that grandpa would set up on his old film projector. Grandpa would also play piano which he would only do once a year during the holiday. He could play by ear—it was amazing.
Falyn “Princess Power” Arakelian
Joe “Look At That Grin” Heslin
I’m not much of a holidays kinda guy. Not on the naughty list or anything, just feel like I’ve “lost that elven feeeeelin’.” Heidi (my wife), on the other hand, is a huge fan and loves the music, the tree, the wrapping, the traditions, …the story of tinsel hanging out of her cat’s butt, all of it. When we had just moved to Brattleboro, Hana was only 9 months old and we were facing our first Vermont Christmas. A 9-month old isn’t terribly conducive to sprucing up the place or motivation in general and, having just moved from Japan—where Christmas is a night to go out on a date, eat KFC (not a joke) and cake—we were a little light on decorations. I could tell that Heidi was feeling worn (kid and all) and not too festive. So, I went out to Walmart (yes, I apologize for being an evil consumer) and bought a crappy little tree, some lights, and some cheap ornaments. I hid them and then woke up in the middle of the night and put them up for Heidi to wake up to. In putting them up, and subsequently seeing her face, I kind of fell in love with Christmas just a little bit.
Biz “Always Accessorizing” Hallett
I remember how the tree looked when I snuck out of my room early in the morning—after Santa came but before I insisted that my parents wake up. I would just sit in front of the tree and look at the lights glowing from within the branches, making silhouettes of our ornaments and casting shadows onto the colorfully wrapped presents below. For a moment, I didn’t even care what was in the boxes—the image was just so breathtaking. It was magic. From a marketing perspective, my Mom nailed the branding of Christmas in my home. She lived and breathed Christmas from the decorated sugar cookies to the trimmed tree to the festive music playing, it seemed, 24/7 which all culminated into that moment of magic on Christmas morning.
Telling stories is a big part of what we do so we hope you enjoyed these little tidbits. May you be inspired to reflect on your magical holiday moments in such a way that motivates you to make even more magic whenever possible!