Holiday Memories

Holiday Memories

Approaching Grandma's, our family anticipates the grand holiday about to be rekindled once again. I hated to go to my Grandma's house because of the constant fights our family would get into over the littlest things. I remembered it all starts over a glass of eggnog mixed with cognac of their choice. With our family and friends about to be reunited with each other, each family member is trying not to notice how long the last kilometer is taking. The trees along the road seem to crawl by slower as Dad pushes his foot harder. Inch by inch, second by second, we approach the long awaited destination.

Finally when we arrive at Grandma's house our long journey is over. We each take a huge breath as we step out onto the crispy snow that snaps beneath our boots. The air is fresh and creates a shiver down my spine. I make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red Christmas lights.

As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas odor engulfs me, and makes my mouth water. As I yell HELLO I hear voices laughing, talking, and asking, "Who's at the door?" In the next second millions of relatives are giving me their greetings and gladly inviting us into the house. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around.....

Plates full of Christmas pastries, Christmas decorations, and Christmas music lightly penetrates the air as the family socializes with each other. The constant mummer of the voices. The voices serves as a background for the music. My cousins are running making their laps around the living room while playing tag and laughing to their heart's content.

I hear a voice saying, My have you ever grown up I turn to my left and stand up to address my complimenter. Grandma, awaked from her heavenly sleep, stands slightly crouched with an antique smile painted gracefully across her face. I reach out and hug her frail body.