NICK EICHER, HOST: Today is Monday, December 23rd. We hope your Christmas preparations are going smoothly! And thank you for turning to WORLD Radio as part of that. Good morning. I’m Nick Eicher.
MARY REICHARD, HOST: And I’m Mary Reichard. We asked you to send us your memories of Christmas to be part of this week’s programming. And you obliged! Thank you very much for that! It helps us to learn about you. And I can tell you that informs our work in a way that’s more personal.
Today we have memories from two listeners. The first is from Claudia Holler.
HOLLER: My three sisters and I grew up play acting the nativity scene for our parents just prior to opening Christmas presents. Later in life the tradition continued with my two nieces, who were about six years old at the time. One year, one of those two nieces was reciting her memorized lines about the gifts the wise men brought to baby Jesus. Very serious, standing tall, wanting to make her parents proud, she said in her tiny voice, “gold, frankincense, and murder.”
REICHARD: (laughs) Well, if you’ve never heard the word “myrrh…”
EICHER: … go with what you know.
Well, our next story comes from Don Barber. It starts on the night before Christmas—his and his wife’s first as parents.
BARBER: We lived in a small, second-story apartment of a large, old house in New Hampshire. Our daughter was 2 months old. It was Christmas Eve and we were enjoying the process of making new family traditions.
One that was new to me was already a favorite of my wife’s: hand-stringing a garland of popcorn and cranberries for the Christmas tree. We enjoyed making it together. Three pieces of popcorn on the garland. Three pieces for our snacking pleasure. And so it went, until we had a long enough string for our small tree that stood atop our buffet. We went to sleep in the next room with visions of new Christmas traditions dancing in our heads.
I woke up later to a small, unfamiliar sound in the house. Lights still off, I sat up in bed trying to echolocate the sound as best I could. It was a nibbling sound, coming from the tree. It was, indeed, the night before Christmas. And all through our house, not a creature was stirring … except for the mouse, who was enjoying our new family tradition just as much as we were. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!