December 21, 2019
In Cedarfield tradition, the Pastoral Care Team created this compilation of holiday memoirs by team members and residents. We will share one a day through the holidays. Happy Holidays to you and yours!
Betty Ruggles, Resident
One Christmas morning when I was young, and we were living in Arizona, I woke up quite early with a plan to open all my gifts from Santa. I couldn’t wait! But much to my surprise it was dark and freezing and Santa had not come. I thought maybe it was simply too cold for Santa. I was disappointed, but sympathetic. Later than morning I woke up again and discovered that Santa was just running late. It must have been the weather.
Some years later when I had a family of my own, and we lived in Connecticut, I got up one Christmas morning and discovered that all of my son’s Christmas presents had been opened. I went looking for him and found him fast asleep in the sleeping bag he had received for Christmas. It was just a couple of years later when we all woke up one Christmas morning and discovered that his younger brother had done the same thing – gotten up early to open all his gifts. There were open packages and ripped wrapping paper scattered about the room. But I don’t think he had received a sleeping bag to snuggle into.
Both boys discovered independently that a big part of the fun at Christmas was not simply getting gifts but opening their gifts with everyone present — having fun as a family! They were disappointed when they realized that their part of the fun was over. In subsequent years they may have gotten up early to take a peek, but they always waited until we were all awake to open their gifts.
“One of the most glorious messes in the world
is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don’t clean it up too quickly.”