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Family Christmas Tree c. 1992 |
Christmas is a very special time of year for the Spofford family. I am sure that statement holds true for many families, and I am happy that so many people around the world find joy in spending time with their families and friends for the holidays. As I go back into my memory bank to try to pull out specific moments from past Christmases, it strikes me as a good sign that the first things that come to mind are not the presents that I have received (although I was always blessed to have a family that had the ability to be generous at Christmas), but instead are snapshots of family (both immediate and extended). As Christmas 2015 is fast approaching, it strikes and saddens me that some of my favorite holiday traditions are going to be drastically different this year due to things out of our control. In this post, however, I do not want to focus on the sad, but on the positives of our Christmases past! As I thought about this post, I wondered, what would be better to capture the family spirit of Christmas than having my family featured in my blog. So along with some of my own writing, you guys will be treated by excerpts from the rest of the Spofford crew!
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The older cousins! |
Dad's Christmas Memory:
Our first Christmas, I gave mom a china doll. She left DC to travel home to Maine. A few days later, she sent me dozen red roses with cedar boughs. When she returned after Christmas, a couple of friends and I met her at the National Airport. She looked radiant in her green sweater with a white patterned yolk. I knew at that moment that I would ask her to marry me. Her beauty, inside and out, her kindness, her intelligence and her love. A month later, she said yes and we were married in June. In 1983, mom was 5 months pregnant and we celebrated our first Christmas together in Alexandria. I can remember that we showered each other with gifts as we sat on our new couch from Woodward and Lothrop. In 1984, 1986, 1989 and 1992 we had new baby boys to celebrate. We felt the joy and peace of the manger in our hearts as we welcomed life, born of love, into the world. Our traditions of Mass, prayers before the crèche, a tree trimmed with special ornaments, bounteous gifts, holiday foods and family have been precious to us as we celebrate the commemoration of Jesus’ birth. A birth that changed the world. The center of our Faith and a beacon of hope for a weary, yet wonderful, world. May Christ always be the reason for the season. His light fills the darkest hours of the winter and our lives!
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Top left going clockwise: 1984, 1986, 1992, 1989 |
Mom's Christmas Memory:
The Night the Angel Visited the Spofford House
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house the Christmas Eve party was in full swing at the Spofford house. There was music and chatter and plenty to eat; there was singing and laughter and wood burning heat. All of the family was gathered together except one year old Noah, who didn’t know better. Dear Noah decided to go exploring through the vast Victorian house. He was quiet as a mouse as he toddled into the dining room and living room. He didn’t go far when he spied his escape with the door leading to the front staircase was opened ajar. He continued to venture into the grand hall. As he proceeded to creep up the willow stairs, he started to fall. His mother had noticed her youngest was missing and immediately went searching. It was at the moment that Noah started to fall, that his Angel of Mercy appeared in the hall. She swooped down to catch him with the speed of light to prevent a disastrous end to the festive night. Noah landed safely in the arms of his mother who hugged him and kissed him and brought him back to the others.
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Maybe it was this Christmas? |
Joe's Christmas Memory:
The Christmas memory closest to my heart at this time is actually
our most recent Christmas (2014). At this Christmas, our Mimi and
Papa were getting really old with their bodies and minds failing more
and more each year. Over the past few years, I have made it a priority
to visit them as much as possible during my visits to Maine. One
tradition we had was that we cooked a big Christmas Eve dinner and had
Mimi and Papa visit us each year. We spent the day on Christmas Eve
2014 preparing the food in the kitchen with Mom. Later in the day, Papa
called and said that they would not make it because they weren't
feeling well. Our Dad did not accept this and said they were coming. We
picked them up and brought them over for the usual Christmas Eve
festivities. This particular Christmas Eve was special because I think
all of us were completely in the moment knowing it might be our last
Christmas Eve with our grandparents. We had a beautiful dinner where we
were able to enjoy Mimi's wonderful wit and laugh. Papa was also able
to share some stories of year's past as his memory held up better than
Mimi's. After dinner we moved to the living room where we brought out
the guitars and sang Christmas songs. Mimi and Papa's faces were
radiant with smiles to light up our hearts. We truly savored life on
this night.
It is now 2015 and two days
before Christmas. Mimi passed away a little less than a month ago and
Papa is in a full time care facility. Christmas Eve will be different
this year, however their legacy of warmth and genuine joy will live on.
The Christmas experience in our family is one of the most beautiful,
and intimate moments that we share. It is something that I want to hold
on to but know that things will change as our lives grow and change. I
hope that all of us will continue to be in the moment each Christmas
time with our loved ones wherever our lives lead us genuinely rejoicing
in family.
Josh's Christmas Memory:
Our parents have always opened the house to those that had nowhere else
to go on the holidays. As children, our elderly neighbor (and periodic
caregiver), Mrs. Taylor, would spend Christmas Eve with us. She
delighted in spending time with the four boys and would often read with
us and play Chinese checkers on the floor while eating ginger snaps and
drinking mini bottles of ginger ale. We grew older and eventually moved
to Mississippi, but she stayed in touch with our parents and was sure
to send along a gift for us. In our preteen years, we received a game
called "LifeStories" where the object is to move your token to a final
goal while along the way sharing reminiscences based on the card that
you drew. When you reach the final square, all the other game's
participants take turns sharing a memory about you.
On
that first Christmas, we had tried to play as a family. The game
quickly fizzled into mundanity as we realized that we couldn't actually
beat each other. We never did finish that first go. A few years,
however, we were looking for a game to play after we had finished our
ritual Christmas breakfast and found LifeStories on the shelf. Given
that we're all a bit older and have come to a greater appreciation of
the value of family, we decided to give it another shot. We shared lots
over the course of the next hour and, as each of us reached the game's
conclusion, we had the opportunity to express our love, our pride, our
joy in being parents/sons/siblings.
When my
mom crossed the line, I had a particular moment in mind that I wanted to
share --- a moment that has helped to define who I am today. It was
about a time when my Mom loved me when I wasn't capable of loving myself
and reminding me that she would always have that love for me, whether I
wanted to accept it or not. I was so focused on getting the details
right that I wasn't paying any attention to the reactions around the
table. When I finished and looked up, I realized that the entire family
had tears streaming down and smiles lit up across their faces. In that
moment, I was so forcefully reminded of the spirit of Christmas - the
indefatigable, inextinguishable spirit of love.
My Christmas Memory:
Each year, I find myself more and more excited for Christmas, but as I get older, the reasons for the excitement have changed dramatically. Rather than thinking about what I am going to get for Christmas, I find joy in looking forward to the traditions of spending time with family friends. I have always loved the ebb and flow of our typical Christmas day (which has looked very similar for a long time). In recent years, I have been the first one to wake up on Christmas morning (aside from my parents of course). Instead of waking the boys up, I wait with patience for an hour or so until either A. One other boy wakes up which justifies my waking the rest of them, or B. My parents decide it's time for everyone to wake up! Once everyone is awake, the boys gather over on the stairs for our pre-present pictures. This particular picture often catches many of us not in the best state (See below). Following pictures, we exchange gifts. I love the challenge of finding the just right gifts for everyone in the family. Following gifts, we dine on a delicious breakfast feast (I particularly enjoy indulging on my mother's danishes)! After breakfast, we enter into our Christmas Day lull between meals. In our younger years, we would often gather in the basement to play with a video game or a toy we got for Christmas, but recently, I have gone over to Amy's house to participate in the gift exchange with her family. We eat our delicious Prime Rib and baked potato late lunch, which never disappoints. Then, we pile into the car to make our way across the bridge to spend time at my Grandparent's house with my Mom's family for some final merriment. I have always loved the family-centricity of Christmas, and the relaxed nature of the day. Typically, the boys find time to play some driveway basketball or street football to get some of the energy out of our systems. It is truly a magical time of year around the Spofford home and I am grateful for a wonderful family to spend it with.



Isaiah's Christmas Memory:
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Isaiah's Christmas Memory:
My favorite thing about Christmas doesn't necessarily fall on Christmas Day. In my opinion, Christmas Eve has always provided the best memories. Throughout the day we blast holiday tunes throughout the house. Sounds of Nat King Cole, the classic Creole Christmas, and my personal favorite, James Taylor fill the rooms as we help Mom cook the feast that will be eaten later that night. The night that we prepare for all day is the best part of the year because I am fortunate enough to be with my family, something that happens now once a year. Gathering around the tree, taking family photos before we head to church, singing Christmas Carols while Noah or Josh accompany on the guitar. These are the moments I've learned to savor because of the limited time we all have together and any other day we are all headed in all different directions. Christmas Eve Nights will always be be etched into my memories as some of those moments where I know I am blessed with a family that has such an abundance of love. Isn't that what the season is all about?
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! Hope your holidays are blessed!