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Day 9 of our “12 Days of Christmas” with Jean Willett

One of my favorite Christmas memories . . .


I love the week leading up to Christmas morning when we gather around the tree and open gifts. Our boys would go to bed early every night the week of Christmas trying to rush the week. And on the day, the oldest always enjoyed the 5 a.m. wake-up call.


One year I decided to make our sons work for their presents.  It took me most of the night to set up the fun, but an hour’s sleep was worth the confusion and laughter the next morning. I took all their gifts, wrapped them individually then packed them in a big moving box and wrapped it. One for each.


Next I took balls of yarn, attached one end to each box and unraveled the yarn ball around tables and chairs, down the hall, over doorknobs and back until I reach the end and taped it to their bedroom door.


We woke to lots of laughter as they followed the trail, over and under, up and down producing a big ball of yarn that ended at their box. What fun hearing their young laughter and their conversation—


Son #1-  “There’s got to be a faster way.”  [Our future engineer]

Son #2-  “Nah, just play the game. Look at the yarn you’ll have for parachutes and pictures.” [Our future artist]


I peppered the trail with little surprises.  The next year I made giant stockings, but that’s another tale.


Merry Christmas!




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Laura Drake - December 20, 2012 - 7:21 am


How clever of you! That’s memory making, right there. Long after you’re gone, they’ll sit at a Christmas get-together, and say, “Remember the year that Mom made us chase yarn for our presents?”

That’s immortality!

jean willett - December 20, 2012 - 8:22 am

It’s hard to top that memory as we had so much fun. There was the year Jon [our oldest] pull over the Christmas tree and said…”Oops.”
The year they insisted on a real tree with roots then watched their dad plant it the day after Christmas. Tough to decorate and un-decorate quickly :)
Mysterious rubberbands and broken ornaments…yeah, the cat did it, the dog did it…fun, fun.

Now that they’re grown–all the men in my life are bah-humbug…sigh…time to light a fire.

Merry Christmas!

Tamra Baumann - December 20, 2012 - 10:10 am

What a fun story, Jean! (Our future published author) I may have to share this with my sister, what fun for the little ones! Merry Christmas!

Donnell - December 20, 2012 - 1:46 pm

This is what makes Christmas, so, so special. The memories. Not the gifts, the memories. Lovely as always, Jean!

Terri Osburn - December 21, 2012 - 9:33 am

I love that you could recognize the men those boys would grow to be in their reactions. What an amazing thing to do. So much imagination. That would have been so much fun!

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