Christmas Memories

    Another Christmas has come and gone. How was yours?

    When people traditionally think of Christmas, they think of cold and snow. Nevermind that the historical Jesus, whom is, after all, the subject of Christmas, was definitely born in the desert and most likely the summer, images of snow, and gloves, and chestnuts roasting on an open fire have become synonymous with the most wonderful time of the year.

    Amy Grant once sang that she wanted a tender Tennessee Christmas. Christmas in Tennessee, especially in Nashville, where she resides isn’t exactly known for cold and snow. Yet, to her, that is Christmas. Christmas is what you make of it. It’s time spent reflecting. Time spent spending time with friends and family and giving to others and caring and being merry.

    As a lifelong resident of Portland, Oregon, I have experienced pretty much every kind of Christmas possible. We aren’t known for our massive amounts of snow, but I remember one Christmas, my grandparents flew in for the birth of my baby brother, who was due just after Christmas, and they ended up stranded here for two weeks because of a massive and unexpected blizzard. But, usually when we get snow, it’s just enough to pretty things up for awhile.

    I remember a bunch of Christmases where it just rained like proverbial cats and dogs. Like, pouring. These days were nice too, always spent with family and hot cocoa and indoors. So it didn’t matter. It rains a lot here, so, raining on Christmas really isn’t that unusual.

    Plenty of Christmases, too, where it was clear and crisp and ice cold. These days, outside of the snowy days, are my favorite Christmases. I love that crispness where you can see for miles and where you step outside and get chilled to the bone.

    And yet, I’ve also had Christmases here in Portland that were sunny and relatively warm. Portland, Oregon always keeps you guessing with the weather—especially around Christmas time.

    But, one constant, at least for me, is that I have spent every Christmas surrounded by people I love and by people that love me. In that sense, Christmas is always warm. I feel for those who don’t have the same experiences but, it is my hope that everyone always has a nice Christmas and that it is spent with those that you care about—whatever your family looks like.

    So, from one Portlander to another, I wish you the warmest and happiest of holidays!

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