"Things I Want To Tell My Mother" is running a competition, inviting readers to submit a 100-word memory of a Christmas moment spent with their mother or grandmother. My mother always made Christmas such a special time for us that I felt compelled to write my own vignette.
Here it is:
It was Christmas Eve.
The house was spotless, the Christmas tree glittering magically, the air fragrant with Christmas baking, and my siblings and I were delirious with anticipation--tiny pyjama-ed elves, shrieking excitedly and bouncing off the walls.
Mum sat down at the piano and started playing carols. We clustered around her and sang. We sang with discordant innocence; with our whole beings; not understanding the words but feeling their magic anyway. All was calm, all was bright, and our hearts were full.
Mum’s eyes were filled with tears that I didn't understand at the time.
Now I understand, Mum.