Today call me dancer; as in “on Dasher and…” or maybe “Hold me closer, tiny…”
Okay, I’m the least graceful person on the planet (pretty sure). But today I’ve gathered all the beauty, nostalgia and wonder I could muster into a special post I’m sharing with Kelly from Dances with Chaos.
When Kelly asked me to write about my family’s holiday traditions, I knew I wanted to capture the essence of my childhood Christmas Eves. But putting those memories into words became a gift unto itself. Better than baby dolls, matching dresses and foil wallpaper. Almost.
So please head over for a peek into my December 24th memories with my mom, dad and sister, Nancy; with my aunt and maternal grandparents.
Yes, these two. Knute and Renis.
How cute are they? Super-cute, I know.
So please don’t disappoint them. They read my blog and follow me on Twitter. And I know they’d love to share our Christmas traditions with you.
That’s me, by the way. Trying to sit on Plastic Santa’s lap. I loved his pointy hat and used to lick the blow-up candy cane. Plus the three-tiered, lace-embellished skirt? I wish they came in my size now because wowsa, it’s something special. And don’t get me started on those sweet barrettes in my hair. Young Julie worked a center-part, for sure.
Still, this is merely the amuse bouche of my little-girl Christmas. To get the four-course meal, you must head to Dances with Chaos. And after you visit Kelly, be sure to follow her on Twitter and facebook. Also, check out her other blogs: Writing with Chaos and I Survived the Mean Girls.
Then go spend some time with your own special families while I toast you all with a hot batch of glogg.
What’s glogg, you may ask? Hurry here to find out.
And as always, you are welcome in advance.