Some of my best memories as a kid have nothing to do with expensive presents or fancy trips. Not to say that those things aren’t awesome, but the moments that my brain holds on to are silly, sweet bits of childhood. That said, Christmas is a hotbed of nostalgia.
We tend to not go bananas on presents, but I have found that both my collection of Christmas decorations and my husband’s skill level for hanging white, twinkling, and colored lights have increased. And my daughter gets such a kick out of it. I don’t know if it’s old age setting in, but I have found myself buying stuffed snowmen at gift stores and ceramic snowmen at thrift shops. I’m proud that I have a huge plastic Christmas tote that’s stuffed full of dust collectors and whimsical throwbacks to Christmases past.
Each year is more fun as my daughter is recollecting ornaments from the past couple of years and we all talk about them as we hang them. Our tree is not decorated with pretty white lights and matching bulbs — it’s a hodgepodge of mismatched ornaments and colored lights. Pinterest does not live here.
But one of my favorite things to do — and something I remember from being a kid — is driving around and looking at people’s decorations and light displays. After our long day at school and work, driving slowly through neighborhoods and checking out lights and front windows decked out with twinkling trees totally takes the edge off before the mad dash of making dinner / unpacking bags / making lunches / bath time commences.
So if you see a car creeping through your neighborhood and trying to catch a peek at your front window, it might just be a couple of ladies swept up in the holiday spirit.