Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome author Kelly Jamieson
I don’t know how old I was in this first picture, but I’m guessing about four. (Times like this are when I wish my mom was still around to help me — miss you, Mom!) You can see that I don’t look very happy, despite it being Christmas! This might be one of those Christmases where I apparently came out to see all the presents under the tree, took one look and went back to bed with a sick stomach. I was just so overwhelmed by it all. My family wasn’t wealthy, but kids were very special to my Dad’s side of the family, and he and his sisters, who had no kids of their own, completely spoiled us.
When I had kids of my own, I realized why children make Christmas so special. I’ll never forget my two year old daughter peering wide-eyed down the stairs at all the presents under the tree, saying, “Oh my gosh, he DID come!”
This next picture has the date written on the back of it, so I can tell you I was six. That’s me (on the left) and my sister on Christmas morning peeking around the corner…at Santa!! That year we saw Santa was a definite highlight of our young lives! We were spending Christmas with my aunts (the aforementioned child spoilers) and Grandma. We’d been woken by the sound of a thumping on the roof, and then my aunt’s next door neighbour came to the door shouting, “Wake up, wake up, there are reindeer on your roof!” We all scrambled out of bed (as you can see from the lovely bedhead hair and cute PJs I am sporting) and my sister and I excitedly scurried downstairs and peeked into the living room. Santa was sitting there with his white beard and dressed in a red suit (and strangely, smoking a cigarette — hey, it was the 60s). Of course years later we learned the whole story behind it, how the neighbor had climbed onto the roof and pounded with a broom handle while his wife came to the door, and my aunt had let “Santa” in the front door so he was sitting there when we got downstairs.
I guess because that was such a highlight for me, it led me to perpetuate similar hoaxes on my own children. When they were small, we lived in a house that had a one-story addition on the back, and our second-floor bedroom window looked out onto it. Once the kids were in bed, my husband would climb up there with a hockey stick and make what looked like sleigh-runner tracks in the snow. He would toss a half-eaten carrot onto the snow (because we always leave a carrot for Rudolph, along with pizza and beer for Santa) and walk in his boots to the fireplace chimney. In the morning, I would call the kids to come look out the window – “Look! Look! Santa was here!” They were so thrilled by this evidence of his visit! I’m not sure, but they might still actually believe it, even though they are now 19 and 22.
This last picture is me when I was about seven. The red velvet and white lace dress was made for me by my Grandma and I LOVED it! My sister had an identical one. We were less than two years apart in age and our parents often dressed us identically. But this is another tradition I was happy to continue for my daughter when she was little — a special Christmas dress every year.
What are some fun memories or traditions that you’ve carried on in your family?
Kelly Jamieson is a best-selling author of over twenty romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. Where you can find Kelly: Website || Twitter || Facebook || Goodreads || Nine Naughty Novelists || Pinterest
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