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!
Eldon Rucker, Resident
When I was about 7 years old, my parents asked what I wanted forChristmas. I thought a bit and finally stated… “I want Santa to bringme a big sliding board.” They replied how impossible that would beas he could never get it in the house. I said, “Santa is special, he can do anything.”SURPRISE!
The next morning on Christmas Day I went into the den and thereit was. I knew it would be there. I climbed the steps over and over and it was theBEST Christmas ever. It was one of those special times of belief in someone special.As I grew older, I learned the real meaning of Christmas and belief in Jesus.
“I know what I really want for Christmas. I want mychildhood back. Nobody is going to give me that.I might give at least the memory of it to myself if Itry. I know it doesn’t make sense, but since when isChristmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child,of long ago and far away, and it is about the childof now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door ofour hearts for something wonderful to happen.A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simplemindedand terribly vulnerable to joy.”
–Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to KnowI Learned in Kindergarten