The Christmas Time Machine Is In Your Attic

The Christmas holiday is like a time machine. No matter how old we are, the holiday has a way of transporting us back in time. One reason is that we haul out a time capsule every year when the Christmas decorations appear.

It started with my family’s artificial Christmas tree. It magically grew thinner each year to the point where Charlie Brown would have been sympathetic. I was too young to remember it but we apparently enjoyed a silver tree lit with a rotating wheel of color in the late 50’s. The “new” tree lasted for at least 25 years and was finally retired long after we had left home.

Tree ornaments are a special part of Christmas decorating. Some survive generations while others get intentionally lost after only a single season. Our tree had an eclectic bunch or ornaments that were either passed down from grandparents or purchased when we were very young. My mother could tell a story about each one and I know my brother and I had favorites that we grabbed for first when tree trimming time came. Rarely were ornaments added to the collection in later years though.
The ornaments were carefully packed into several empty cases that once held 12 jars of Knott’s Berry Farm jelly. We knew Christmas was close when Aunt Maudie’s case of jelly arrived from California each year. Only a handful of ornaments and decorations from my childhood have survived but the familiar padded boxes are still in use 40 years later.

Still packed inside one of those cases is my mother’s favorite Christmas decoration - the Christmas Crèche or Nativity. All I know is that it was my grandmother’s and it got a prominent spot on the bookcase each year. I always imagined it as a valuable heirloom but it was probably purchased at Montgomery Wards in the 1950’s. I would offer to help set up the figurines each year hoping to create just the right effect. No matter how I positioned the wise men and the shepherds, my mother would patiently readjust them late at night to make the scene look more reverent and less like a sporting event.

Our living room was small and lacked a real fireplace so mom and dad were forced to rely on the magic of Santa and less on the “Night Before Christmas” scenario. Gifts appeared on Christmas morning under the tree but as we grew older Santa just dropped them on the two love seats nearby.
My memories from childhood may be foggy at times but I remember Christmas. I remember the pine scented candles and Santa cookie jar. I remember the popular Christmas songs that WABC radio played over and over and the four holly jolly Christmas albums my mother would pull out each year by Burl Ives, Rosemary Clooney, Frank Sinatra and Barbara Streisand. I remember the same holiday TV specials and the same holiday TV commercials (Santa riding a Norelco shaver for example) and of course every New Yorker remembers the WPIX Yule Log that burned each Christmas Eve.

It’s because we did the same things year after year (and probably because we got new toys) that my Christmas memories are so strong.

Once we were married and had our own children, we started new Christmas traditions but kept many of our own from childhood. I am sure our parents did the same and their parents and so on. I can’t imagine it any other way.

I hope my kids feel the same way in thirty years and I hope that those old Knott’s Berry Farm cases are still holding those familiar ornaments and Crèche figurines.
Have a wonderful Christmas!