December 11 - from Jill

 

I remember in December, when we drove home after dark, looking for the single electric candle in each window of our house.  I remember lying in the living room in the dark, watching the lights on the Christmas tree project needle shadows onto the wall.  I remember giggling over gingerbread houses with my sisters.  I remember trying very hard to keep my brother and sisters from guessing the gift I was giving them, and maybe crying when they figured it out.  I remember setting up the wooden nativity that my Grandpa Horch made.  I remember rolling out dough for ronza on Christmas Eve.  I remember making music with friends in our warm living room.  I remember running hard back to the car after leaving a gift on a doorstep, and laughing about the narrow escapes.  I remember bringing canoe oars in from the garage for the shepherds, and passing the bible as we read from Luke.  I remember sharing a bed with my sister Diana one Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa Bodily’s house in Logan and talking about infinity because we couldn’t sleep.