The smell of Christmas. That is an odd phrase, but if you think upon it for a moment, I am sure you will agree. Christmas does have a smell. It may be different for you than for me, but it is there.

I loved Christmas as a child. I still do. The excitement of the evening and waiting for jolly old St. Nick; the anticipation was palpable. My Christmas morning started the same every year. I would wake up in the middle of the night, sneak out to see what Santa left, and play with my toys until my parents awoke…or the phone would ring. If my parents overslept, I could always count on my dear grandmother to call at 6:00 a.m. I would race to the phone and happily answer it to hear my grandmother’s cheery voice greeting me with Merry Christmas and assuring me breakfast was ready.

Once that call was received, I knew it was safe to pounce on my parents. Sometimes they would stretch it out another half hour while I would anxiously bob up and down waiting. I was ready for the festivities to begin! Finally, they’d head toward the door and I was gone. I would race down our walkway, out the front gate, up the sidewalk—all the way next door—and arrive at my grandparents’ doorstep. I wouldn’t bother with the doorbell, knowing my grandfather would have already unlocked it. As I burst into their home, the smell of Christmas would hit me. Hot fresh blueberry muffins and bacon. It was the same every year, and it was my favorite. This was Christmas to me. This was love. It was the prequel to my grandparents’ waiting arms.

My Grandmother
My Grandparents

The good thing about family traditions is that they stick with us, even into adulthood. Gone are the days of Christmas morning at my grandparents’ home as they passed long ago. But the memories remain. Not one Christmas has passed that the aroma of blueberry muffins and bacon hasn’t filled my home. And there is always one extra plate dished with a warm muffin. It stands alone, uneaten. It serves only as a memory and tribute to two very special people that meant the world to me. To a woman whose voice is embedded in my mind and my heart and still whispers Merry Christmas to me with each passing year.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your support and the kindness you have shown throughout the years. You are amazing! May this Christmas season bring you new, joyous memories filled with love, laughter, and happiness. 

Merry Christmas,

K. Lamb

P.S. I hope you enjoyed this evergreen content. Although this article was posted on my author website on December 22, 2016, it did not include the original family photos of my grandparents or our daughter, Danielle. I thought you might enjoy the post as it was written on Blogspot on December 6, 2014. Thank you for indulging me, once again, as I re-live these moments that take me back in time. These memories never cease to make me smile and to be thankful.  

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