MomRN2 at My Quiet Corner is hosting Christmas Memories today. The memories that I would like to share are from my grandparents’ house. Our family was blessed to live about three miles from my grandparents (my mom’s parents) and my great-aunts, who lived across the street from them. We opened presents at my grandparents’ house on Christmas Eve. My uncle worked for UPS, which meant he was the last person on the face of the earth to finish working on Christmas Eve. At least that’s how it felt to us four grandkids. I remember it being an almost physically painful experience each year as we waited for him to arrive so that we could “get down to business.”
My grandmother, who passed away this summer at the age of 90, was a pastor’s wife whose mission in life was to feed the world. She was a wonderful cook, and you never left her house with an empty stomach (my husband learned when we were dating that he’d better have an appetite when he got there, because she was going to feed him whether he was hungry or not). Some of her Christmas Eve specialties were real, homemade hot cocoa, homemade chocolate-covered cherries, and lots of chocolate chip cookies. There was always a huge pot of cocoa simmering on the stove, milky and steaming. The chocolate-covered cherries were laid out on wax paper.
If we’d been able to open our presents immediately, I’m sure the evening’s culinary offerings would have been largely overlooked by the kids. As it was, they were something to savor and enjoy, a focus for our attention during the endless wait. It’s not the presents that I remember fondly, but Grandmother’s cozy kitchen and those special Christmas Eve delights.