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Christmas Memories
By Jennifer McClure | December 15, 2008
For some reason, memories don’t come easy to me without a photo, video or someone sharing a story to trigger the remembrance. As I reminisce past Christmases, the details blur but the big picture pops off the page. For me the memory of Christmas is always having one. The consistency of traditions, the consistency of loving parents and family, the treasures in faith, hope and love and the delight of the season.
But I can’t speak of Christmas memories without mentioning one very significant event.
My favorite Christmas would have to be when my husband proposed. As silly as it may seem, a couple of weeks before Christmas Day he was walking me home through the snow when he pointed out a shooting star and told me to make a wish. Though I knew he wasn’t going to propose until later the next year, I still wished he would propose on Christmas. And that Christmas my wish came true. He successfully surprised me, masking the ring as just another Christmas gift that I had to close my eyes for him to present.
I share that just to open the door for you to share. Leave a comment and share your Christmas memories or thoughts on the season.
Merry Christmas!
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December 16th, 2008 at 2:41 pm
It wasn’t a Red Ryder and it didn’t have a compass in the stock. But it was a genuine lever-action Daisy BB gun, and I did nearly shoot my eye out.
My parents gave me the air rifle for Christmas when I was 7. I started shooting at cardboard boxes with targets crudely inscribed with magic marker. I noticed that the closer I got to the boxes, the more readily a BB could make it all the way through a cardboard layer.
I began to wonder just how powerful a BB might be at muzzle velocity.
My next target was a tree in the yard. Sure enough, a shot from about 5 feet would embed a BB in the bark.
Wow… just how deeply in that wood could the BB penetrate if I were reaaallly close?
I sat down in front of that tree and held my rifle within about an inch of the bark. Pulled the trigger, pop.
The BB immediately ricocheted off the bark and hit me right between the eyes.
Did I ever tell my parents? I don’t think so… unless they happen to find this comment.