CHRISTMAS MEMORIES – GARRY ARMSTRONG

Here we are again somewhere in what’s probably the most bittersweet or sweet bitter time of the year for most of us. It’s the jolly, holly almost Christmas time.  It’s when we see everything filtered through childhood memories, wrapped in music, movies, and hectic preparations. Ready to greet folks we don’t often see.  We force ourselves to shift gears, putting aside worries about health, bills, and family drama. Put on a happy face for the most wonderful time of the year. 

Old South Church steeple

Old South Church steeple

Emotions are curious things with which the holiday season plays fast and loose. For those of us who tend to internalize our feelings, it can be tricky. Smiling isn’t easy. Showing happiness is not instinctive.

It was easy for me to show emotions in my professional life. I can still produce a professional smile on cue. But now, we’re talking about real life. As time has marched on, I find it harder to get into the Christmas spirit. I miss childhood.

As a kid, Christmas was anticipation. I was Ralphie in A Christmas Story. The year I campaigned for the two-gun Roy Rogers set was very anxious. My hopes were almost dashed when I thought Santa had not heard me as we ripped though our presents that Christmas morning. But Dad, who always had a funny smile during Christmas and New Year’s Eve, motioned to one last present.

Yes!! It was the deluxe Roy Rogers two-gun set with 2 rolls of caps!! Even Mom smiled as I squealed in delight. I never thought we were poor, though Mom frequently reminded us. We nearly always got what we wanted for Christmas. We didn’t feel deprived.

My holiday memories include a whole tribe of relatives who are gone. Our Christmas card list was long. It included aunts, uncles, cousins, grandpa, grandma. I still see them clearly in my sense memory. I used to carefully print the card messages when I was young. As I grew older, I proudly displayed my penmanship, writing endearments to my relatives. I thought they would be in my life forever.

These days, I am the only one in the family who sends real Christmas cards. I write messages to each person and get writer’s cramp for my efforts. But I see my Mother hovering behind me somewhere, nodding her approval. I have to nudge myself not to buy or write cards for Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma … and all those aunts and uncles.

I chide myself, “Hey, you’re not a kid anymore.”

I’m Gramps, one of the old people, something our 18-year-old granddaughter likes reminding us. With that reminder comes a sense of loneliness that lingers. Movies are my fix, taking me back in time. Unlike the real world, the movies stay the same.

christmas red door wreath

I grew up a child of the movies. I saw my first film, The Best Years Of Our Lives, during the holiday season of 1946. My Dad had just returned from the war. He was in uniform and seemed 10 feet tall as we went to the venerable radio City Music Hall to see the movie which is still a favorite with Marilyn and me. Movies and their fantasies have always been a part of my life, my personality. I am comfortable, charming, loquacious when talking about movies. I lose myself in movies, especially westerns and holiday movies.

I can laugh, smile, cry and sing along with favorite movies like It’s a Wonderful Life, Meet Me In St. Louis, A Christmas Story, The Shop Around the Corner, and many other memorable films shared in our collective sense memory. But once the movie is over, it’s back to reality minus the celluloid good cheer.

It was the same way during my life as a TV news reporter. I did holiday stories ranging from heartbreak to feel-good. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people over the decades, watched those stories and associated me with festive times. The real me chuckles at TV reporter me — trying to separate fact from fiction. Print the legend, they say. Roll everything.

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One of the nice things about this holiday season is catching up with long-lost friends who’ve found me on Facebook. One person, a former mentor, who I presumed dead chatted me up, clearly remembering the years when I was a young reporter full of myself.

It’s nearly Christmas again. The big tree has been replaced  this year by small, live trees, but they twinkle with lights. As merry as any tree we’ve had in the best. The gifts are waiting to be wrapped. This evening, we watched “A Christmas Story” and laughed. As we always do.

And as I write this, Bing is singing “White Christmas”. As he always does. Every year, just in time for Christmas.



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18 replies

  1. This essay made me all squishy, in a good way. I had a good childhood and, like you, never thought we were poor and never wanted for anything although Mom did indicate that I did not have a good grasp on the level of the family income. Christmases have always been special, and they still are. This year has been hard, but I think it’s going to work out okay. Writing Christmas cards seems to have fallen out of tradition. I hadn’t in a couple years, but had always always always before that. It’s just something I think is important and my grandmother and great grandmother and aunts and uncles were always big on it growing up. Big happy and merry Christmas wishes to you and Marilyn, both. ((hugs))

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    • Hi, Rose! Squishy is good. I was appalled at my handwriting as I wrote sentiments in the cards I sent. Once upon a time, my penmanship was a source of pride and joy. I hope you have a HEALTHY, Happy and Merry Christmas. I’ve already put in a word to Santa.

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  2. That was a heck of a movie to start out with.

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  3. All the best to you and Marilyn for the holiday time. 😀

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  4. At least you have those warm childhood Christmas times. Mine sucked. Give ’em hell Garry.

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    • Yes, Mike. So lucky to have those memories. No one can take them away. I hope it’s a Merry Christmas for you and your family.

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      • It is a non Christmas for us, which is how I prefer it. We don’t need gifts, other than continued love and friendship. My family is essentially just my wife of 44 years, and our 35 yr old son who lives 70 miles from us. We will meet for dim sum on Saturday, and laugh. In that sense it is certainly merry.
        Give Marilyn a hug for me and be well, Garry.

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  5. I miss Christmas as a kid. There was always that huge feeling of excitement.
    I am looking forward to watching that most classic of Christmas films though – Die Hard 🙂

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  6. This is the most different Christmas I have ever experienced ! Much warmth to you both!

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  7. I guess that’s why I like the same things at Christmas, the same food we always make, the Christmas tree, watching “Miracle on 34th Street” and reading “A Christmas Carol”. The more things change the more I feel comforted by these familar things.

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