My Grandmother baking with a wooden rolling pin, The smell of freshly baked honey balls with candy confetti. Honey stuck to my hands and face while swearing I didn’t eat any.
A blizzard Christmas morning, My Grandfather sweeping mountains of snow with a house broom, Which proved to me only foolish people had snow blowers.
My Grandmother standing on a chair handing out dollar bills, getting on the line more than once. Thinking no one noticed me the first five times.
Hot Chestnuts after dinner, cracking nuts with a wooden soldier nut cracker. Trying to find the hidden button which brought it to life.
Blinking white lights on a whiter artifical plastic tree, amazed how it had more of a pine smell then the real one’s
A snow globe with an endless supply of flakes. Years before Jax bashed someone’s head in with one.
Red and Green M & M’s, Hershey kisses in gold foil, figuring out the hard way not to bite the foil.
A water ford crystal vase, A serving tray shaped like a Christmas tree. Breaking the vase years later and blaming my sister, “I’m an only child”.
Bird ornaments with actual feathers on it, Homemade ornaments with pins.
My Grandmother waking me Christmas morning, dogs in Santa hats helping her.