A Christmas Eve Memory
December 05, 2014
We still hear whispers in our Atlanta showroom that Aunt Sadie is an imaginary icon we created 18 years ago (perhaps to anchor our logotype). "She's the personification of an old-fashioned grandmother" I've overheard. We're frequently asked if she's real and on a few occasions have been complimented by seasoned agency branders for capturing in one tiny cameo photo the essence of Nana, Meme, Bubba, Babcia, Yaya, Grandma. Though Gary and I both love unsolicited pats on the back, the truth is Sadie was my paternal grandmother. Friends who might read this are shaking their heads and likely thinking "we know, we know", but my intent is to share what Christmas Eve with Grandma was like. It is my same memory from age 3 to age 35, she seemingly never changed in my eyes while I grew a mustache and four feet taller (not necessarily in that sequence). It was her annual arrival a few days before December 25 that for me defined the beginning of Christmastime. . . plentiful belly laughs, squeezes, hugs, kisses, shopping bags filled with tins of home-baked cookies, it was the grandmotherload of holidays. For Grandma the wonder and delight of each ornament, decoration and greeting card was right there in her twinkling eyes and smiling sighs. She adored Christmas. But it is Christmas Eve that's forever etched in my memory. . . Dad, Mom, brother Dean, twin sister Debbie, myself and Grandma nestled together in our cozy seldom-used living room. Add the tinseled tree, Lionel trains, eggnog (potent whiskey sours for the grown-ups), artfully presented tiers of holiday goodies, and sing-along sheets from Mitch Miller's iconic carol albums and there you have it, a very merry Schnetzer Christmas Eve. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet in that rare stillness of this beyond busy candle making season I hear her singing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and smile head to toe, for I have these memories. For whatever and however you celebrate this festive season, we wish you and those you love peace, joy, laughter and many memories.