The Holiday season for me is a like a collage of memories, all with different traditions. When asked to write this post by my friend Solveig, I had to dig deep into the recesses of my mind uncover the memories of my Christmases past. I suspect if I had lived in the same country, surrounded by family all my life the memories would be more concrete and vivid. Instead I have flashes of scenes, things that stand out in my mind about Christmas. Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 16: A Collage of Christmas Memories by S.D. Gates”
A whirlwind. A turmoil. Laughs and plays. Whispered secrets. Doors quickly shut with a swish and a smile. Christmas has always been a time of waiting and of joy. A time of recollection as well. A time of night that slowly rises into dawn, from dark blue through purple, mauve, pink and, suddenly, gold. And then, an enchanted week when all stops and it seems that time stretches to welcome love and peace.