Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Wednesday is a "New England Christmas" Day.

Hey y'all!

So, I'm in the middle of finals week! Can you believe I made it through my first semester of school??

b.e.g. is writing again today and I'm so excited. When I asked for bloggers to guest post for me, she wanted both of the educational Wednesday posts because she loves them! Y'all that makes my heart smile.
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Christmas in New England is one-of-a-kind.

I have to be honest, I am a true New Englander, through and through, made, born, and raised in Connecticut. But I don’t know what a New England Christmas is like. All I know is that there is one woman responsible for the spirit of Christmas in the b.e.g. household.

Mama.

Mama made Christmas.

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My mama is the daughter of a dairy farmer and a homemaker. She didn’t have much growing up and her heart is filled with love for her two baby girls: b.e.g. and Sissy. Mama would do absolutely anything and everything to put a smile on her baby girl’s faces. And Mama made Christmas the best. I don’t know how New Englanders do Christmas, but I can tell you how Mama made Christmas in our little red house in our little corner of Connecticut.
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First, Mama’s Christmas starts off with a three-day baking fiasco. During this time, Daddy was responsible for entertaining the children and keeping them anywhere else but underfoot. We helped decorate the sugar cookies, but the other 12 varieties of cookies were solely made by Mama. Afterwards, we were to take a plate of cookies to our teachers and wish them a Merry Christmas.

https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=3b6c0c6ea4&view=att&th=12cb1ef4aa2e13af&attid=0.2&disp=inline&realattid=f_ghan47wx1&zwOn Christmas Eve, we would go to the 4 o’clock mass and then return home for a fancy dinner. Mama set the table in her Lenox and Mikasa china. Daddy had saved money, and we would have shrimp cocktail, filet mignion, and lobster tails for dinner. And when we were ten, we got to have a small goblet of wine, which usually was only half-sipped by Sissy and I. We went to bed early, willing ourselves to fall asleep, hoping Santa would bring presents. Mama and Daddy would get to work, busying themselves with wrapping, putting big black initial letters on the presents, and tucking them safely under the tree. Christmas morning we would wake up, run to Mama and Daddy’s room, wake them up, hug and kiss, and beg them to hurry and get their coffee!! Once Daddy had the camera set up, we’d get to opening gifts. We’d go to Gammy’s house in the afternoon and see our cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends, and open more presents. We always, always, always ate cocktail meatballs, cheese & crackers, and pepperoni and sausage bread. The day was filled with hugs, kisses, I love you’s, and smiles.
2010 marks the first time in 27 years that I will not be around my parents on Christmas morning. I have no idea how I am going to get through that, because no one will ever personify Christmas like my Mama. I can only hope to be ¼ of the amazing, loving, giving woman that she is. So for me, my New England Christmas is what my Mama has given me: memories, cookie recipes, and a zest for providing an energetic and loving environment on Christmas morning.


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Circa 1986 – At Gammy’s House! L-R- b.e.g, Mama, Daddy, Sissy

 Happy Christmas!!

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