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ALSO! Gymboree is hosting a contest! Simply go onto Instagram or Twitter and share pictures of your kid with the hash tag #BestTimeToBeaKid and #Contest with a blurb about how you make the holidays the best time to be a kid. Their photos could be featured in Gymboree’s end-of-year video and they will also be entered for a chance to win a $2,500 shopping spree at Gymboree! To see official contest rules and checkout all the fun visit this link. Read my disclosure policy to learn about affiliate marketing. This post contains affiliate links. I will earn a commission if you click the links or banners and make a purchase You can help support this site at no cost to you! See the disclosure policy for further details. It's no secret that the holidays remain special to me as an adult. The air grows cool, and crisp. It greets you as your door opens with the heavenly aroma of fires going and the cool breeze brushing against your cheeks. I look forward to it every year, with the first cold front my excitement grows with each passing day. The longing to sip on a warm cup of cocoa or tea and rock slowly in my chair, memories of long ago dancing in my my vision. Sometimes, they're so vivid that they appear to be real. I have to thank my mother for those memories, as without her my childhood would not have been the same happy journey. Now, my own children may have their own version of what they like best. Here is my own interpretation. Every year our holiday season kicked off with tree day; the day after Thanksgiving. I realise "Black Friday" is now consumed with shopping and finding amazing deals. We would pack up in the car and get dinner on the way to the tree lot. The same tree lot we went to from the late 80s through around my 17th birthday when we finally moved too far to travel. We chose the same type of tree every year, blue spruce. The needles a deep green and the branches sturdy. My mom built a watering system and mixed water and sprite to make sure the tree would hold its needles for longer. The smell of a freshly cut tree quickly would permeate the air, and the excitement of the coming days would set in. Mom was always particular about how we decorated the tree. It would be given a few days to relax the branches, and then the lights would be put in place. The days following that the ornaments, and then closer to Christmas day the tinsel. In December we would prepare our Christmas list, which would be folded and put into one of our shoes. Then we would place the shoe onto the porch. Santa would send his elves to pick up our list each year. In exchange for the help, the elves would leave an ornament if you had been good. Now, of course at my age I know my mom pulled this whole thing off. She was a realistic parent and wasn't going to give me coal for being bad. Though one year, she did give me an Oscar the Grouch ornament when I had been particularly ornery for several weeks in a row. That memory of setting my shoe out on the porch every year, and wishing that Santa would see I tried so hard to be a good girl is so strong all these years later. My mom went to great lengths to keep the magic alive. Long after I didn't believe anymore, the magic was still there, just in a different way. The holidays became geared around family and helping others even more than we already had been doing. Giving became so important to me because of my Mom's generosity. It taught me to be thoughtful and empathetic to those around me. In a way, I am still learning from each and every lesson she had for me. Baking was a huge deal for us during the holiday season. The huge bags of flour, sugar, and containers of oats. I think part of the fun was shopping for all the things we would need before setting out to bake. When I became old enough to help in the kitchen, I was permitted to help. I was given simple jobs at first, like helping to put an ingredient into the mixer or helping cut and decorate cookies. Soon, I was in charge of mixing whole batches myself. The smell of cookies, treats and pies would fill the air with the joy and love in our hearts. I can recall some of my childhood friends stating that they loved coming to our house at that time of year. My mom wouldn't hesitate to place the box of cookie cutters onto the kitchen table and get the wax paper out for us. There was a rainbow of colors to choose from for sprinkles, sugar, candies and so on. Spending that time, together, truly created memories that have lasted through my adult years. Those same types of memories I hope to give to my own children. Christmas morning would come, and I think that most years my mom was more excited than the kids were. Often she would wake before me, and the coffee for the adults would be brewing. The soft sound of carols greeted me as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and wandered my way to the living room where the tree was. The lights glimmering against the ornaments and tinsel. While most kids tear into their gifts, I savored mine. I didn't enjoy just tearing into the paper and destroying things. We were given so many beautiful, cherished memories from childhood. I can only hope to do the same for my own children by continuing my family traditions. Why do you think the holidays are the best time to be a kid? What is your favorite holiday memory?
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