Marji Laine: Faith~Driven Fiction

. . . Authentic and Intense

Top Ten Christmas Memories

Dear Boy and His Uncle Bubba

10 The memory that I penned for Write Integrity Press about the year just before Sweet Hubby and I got married. We traveled through four states that year and Christmased in three of them! You can read the article HERE!

9 One year my brother and I got my mom an antique piano and on Christmas day, we did a scavenger hunt for her all over East Texas to help her find her gift.

8 And then there was the year that I got my brother a rubber chicken with Christmas ornaments hanging out of its ears. (Do chickens even have ears?) That one event established a tradition for every year. I work at finding a goofy gift to go with my brother’s personality. Last year it was a dancing snowman and they year before that, I found a Santa that shouted “Smelly Christmas” and then tooted Jingle Bells. Perfect for his humor! Ha!

Two From Galilee - The First Noel7 This year’s production of Two From Galilee was an amazing event. This year will definitely go high in my memory archives.

6 One of the craziest memories of a Christmas was the year we got my dog, Marcie, from “Santa.” A sweet, almost three-year-old beagle, she didn’t seem tall enough to get to my table. Until I found her nose deep in my cheesecake ball after our lunch.

5 I loved the year that I announced the birth of my twins, of course, I didn’t know they were twins at that point. I gave my dad a package with a diaper (yes, clean) inside. Then sat there and snapped pictures while the truth dawned on him.

4 That reminds me of the Christmas party when I told my mom about that pregnancy. At the party, we had the waiter bring her a baby bottle as all the other drinks were being delivered.

Frosty at the Gaylord Texan3 Then there was the Christmas when my son got his bicycle and my daughter got skates. Sweet hubby, nephew, and I all got skates as well, so we all walked out to the park behind our house and spent the afternoon rolling around, falling, and laughing.

2 Jelly jars! My sweet hubby’s most embarrassing Christmas came when my mom invited one of her friends to our celebration. Sweet Hubby spent a couple of weeks perfecting homemade jam and even picked out cute Christmas glasses to give them in. (He’s a farmboy married to a city girl. What can I say?) So when our guest opened her gift, he explained that he hadn’t wanted to use boring jelly jars for the gift. The next thing he opened … can you guess? Yes, our guest had also made jam, but in “boring jelly jars.”

1 And our guest didn’t let Sweet Hubby forget it! My number 1 memory came the next year when she celebrated with us again. She made a point to leave notes on all of her gift containers like, “Nothing boring about a PopTart box!” My Sweet Hubby’s ears reddened both years!

Advertisements

Author: Marji Laine

Marji is a homeschooling mom with teenage twins left in the nest. She spends her days transporting to and from volleyball, teaching writing classes at a local coop, and directing the children’s music program at her church. Raised in suburban Dallas, she got her first taste of writing through the stories of brilliant authors of their day, Mignon Eberhart and Phyllis A. Whitney, and through stage experience. After directing and acting in productions for decades, Marji started writing her own scripts. From that early beginning, she delved into creating scintillating suspense with a side of Texas sassy. She invites readers to unravel their inspiration, seeking a deeper knowledge of the Lord’s Great Mystery that invites us all.

Comments are closed.