We decorated the house today and the living-room looks as though a Christmas card exploded in there. I must admit I had fun, though I’ve always been a bit of a Scrooge. This year I believe it is the influence of a small child that has changed my outlook. I find as the years pass the meanings of holidays change for me and I can enjoy the precious moments that come with the seasons. We all have traditions that are woven into fabrics of treasured memories. For me a favorite is sitting around the living-room with hot tea and snacks listening to my father read The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. A wonderfully funny and poignantly meaningful book. I think it may be perhaps an hour or two out of life and yet it is one of the things I love best. Like a well loved blanket knitted or crocheted by a grandparent this memory warms me. So, friend, I ask of you what holiday memories are woven into current or lost but remembered traditions in your life?