Day 22 - The Eternity of Waiting that Happens Every Christmas Morning

Everyone knows how hard it is as a child to patiently wait for Christmas morning so that you can finally open your presents. Christmas Eve just seemed to drag on forever.

My Mom made it impossible to even sneak a peek into our Christmas stockings – which have been magically hung on our bedroom door handles during the night. She gave my two younger sisters and me stockings with bells on them so that even with just the lightest touch, the bell would jingle and then we would hear from down the hall, “It’s not morning yet. Go back to sleep!”

Finally, the sun would rise and all the fun and excitement could begin… for most kids that is. In our house we then had to wait for our grandparents to arrive so that they could have the enjoyment of watching us open all of our presents. So while our grandparents attended a church service, we were expected to somehow 'make do' with the contents of our stockings. We had to eat our breakfast, get dressed in our best clothes, and then wait patiently without touching, shaking, examining or going anywhere near the wonderful packages that had appeared under the Christmas tree during the night.

Finally my grandparents would arrive! My sisters and I tried our best to get them out of their coats and settle them on the sofa as quickly as possible. Our grandparents happily obliged but we were usually scolded by our parents not to rush them. Then at 9:00 a.m. we would begin to open the presents.

As I grew older I realized it was silly for my sisters and I to feel that this was such a difficulty. To be honest, during my teenage years I didn’t even rise by 9:00 a.m.!

But on Christmas morning, the period from sunrise to 9:00 a.m. certainly felt like an eternity…

- Joan Rocha, Chief Marketing and Communications Officer at the Alzheimer Society of Toronto

Precious memories are worth celebrating. Let us not forget those with Alzheimer's or other dementias who suffer from a loss of memory. For more information, visit the Alzheimer Society of Toronto.

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