Christmas Memories by Patricia Davids

Christmas Memories by Patricia Davids

Merry ChristmasPatricia Davids here. Christmas is coming and it’s a favorite holiday of my family. Like many families, mine is spread out and it’s difficult to get us all together. Christmas though is one of the few holidays that we can manage to get most of us to make the long trek to the family farm. Most of my fondest memories of Christmas Eve are centered around this old farm house in the middle of Kansas. Watching my Mom scurry around the kitchen, preparing food for the small army of grandchildren and later, great-grandchildren that would descend that day. Hiding in the bedroom helping with last minute gift wrapping, quite literally. Drawing straws in secret to see which of my brothers, or myself would play Santa that year. The kitchen would fill with more food and goodies as each family arrived, the pile of presents under the tree growing to huge proportions.

Christmas MemoriesThe biggest and oldest tradition in our family is gathering all the grandkids, and great-grandkids onto the stairwell leading upstairs to wait for Santa to come. As soon as dinner blessing is said, and dinner is eaten, the kids start whispering about hearing sleigh bells down the lane, or possibly every red blinking light, being Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer. Finally, it’s time to gather them up and hide prying eyes away on the stairwell. Great-grandpa, or one of my brothers’ or their wives’ stand in the doorway of the stairwell to start leading the kids in singing Jingle bells. It’s always Jingle bells, no other Christmas carol would stick, we tried. Soon stomping and bells jingling would interrupt the singing and the giggling and squealing would start, Santa had arrived. One of my greatest blessings has been to watch the joy of my parents being able to watch that stairwell fill over the years and seeing the happiness they experienced.

It’s been amazing to watch that stairwell fill over the years. I remember all ten of the grandchildren would fit on four of five of the steps. As the years have gone by that stairwell is now filled from the very top step all the way to the bottom. Ten grandchildren, their significant others and their children, one rarely got out of sitting on the stairs. While the tradition has been geared to keep the magic of Christmas and Santa alive for the younger ones, I still see the sparkle of Christmas magic in the eyes of the adults. I can see the fond memories of childhood Christmas’ in their smiles as they belt out Jingle Bells over and over again, laughing all the way.

Merry Christmas and happiest of holidays my dear friends, from my family to yours.


USA Today Bestselling author Patricia Davids grew up on a Kansas farm with four brothers. After college she began a wonderful career as a nurse. In 1973 Pat wrote a letter to a lonely sailor. Little did she know her talent with words would bring her love, marriage and motherhood.

An avid reader, Pat longed to write a book, but put her dream on hold as she raised a family and worked in an NICU. It wasn’t until 1996 that she began writing seriously. Today, Pat enjoys crafting emotionally satisfying romances where love and faith bring two people together forever.


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