I know exactly when it started. My parents divorced when I was 2. I spent every weekend with my dad and since we didn't see each other on a regular basis, he made sure to make every moment count when we were together. So, Christmas became THE day where all of my dreams came true, at least at his house! My stepmother let me bake cookies and didn't even mind my spills, I helped decorate the little tree, which looked ginormous at that time in the '50's. And the toys! Mind you, we were not wealthy by any means. As a matter of fact, we were probably considered lower middle class but, to me, we were the Rockefellers in every sense of the word.
I will never forget those times with my father and I think this is where my lifelong love of Christmas began. Don't get me wrong, my mom decorated too but she was a little more contemporary than dad. I remember she had one of those silver tinsel trees with the rotating color wheel before it was barely even introduced to the public. I guess I was born a traditionalist....just give me a real tree, some treasured ornaments and twinkling lights and I'm in heaven.
And I haven't changed one bit all these years. As a matter of fact, I've taken it a step further and have been collecting antique Christmas items for quite a while now. I wanted to return to the very origins of Christmas (as we know it now) back to 1840 when Germany's Prince Albert came to England to marry Queen Victoria. He brought the Christmas tree with him and the royal family decorated it with small gifts, toys, candles, candies and fancy cakes, giving rise to the modern ornament and traditional holiday decor.
So, this year, besides being grateful for the holiday, I will have the added benefit of knowing that a large part of my Christmas collection has been cared for and loved for more than 100 years by people exactly like me, Christmas fanatics!
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Ho! Ho! Ho!