I thought it would be fun this week between Christmas and New Year's to do something different. I have asked a couple of my friends and family members to write a guest post about something holiday-related.
Today, please welcome my dear friend Dawn, as she tells a little bit of what it was like growing up in a Christmas wonderland...
When I was little, Christmas at my house was always larger than life. My parents didn't spoil us throughout the year; rarely giving in to our pleas for trinkets at every grocery store visit or trips to Gibson's 5&10.
Oh how I love the words, "but Christmas." Christmas was a whole different story. My parents love Christmas, and instilled in my sister and me a love for it, too. A love that extends far beyond all the beautiful decor and presents.
Many malls and corporate businesses would contract with us to decorate their lobbies or their stores. Some of my favorite Christmas memories are of my cousins and me running around stores and closed banks after hours, riding elevators and creating all sorts of chaos as my parents decorated for them. My dad can bring a Christmas tree to life. I've been lots of places and seen beautifully decorated trees, but truly, none compare to what my dad can do with a box of glass balls, some plaid ribbon and a well placed beaded garland. He's got a talent all his own. And I wish I had an ounce of his gift. I don't. I should have helped more when I was little. I was too busy playing on the phone intercom at the store...always summoning my dad to the front counter in my commanding operator voice.