Christmas is a favourite and special time for families. At our house, it is no different. Each year, as we approach the big day, I am reminded of loved ones, now gone. The things that trigger my memories aren’t big. It’s the little things. Most of our Christmas celebrations in the past involved Janis’ family, especially her parents. They were thoughtful people who did their best to ensure everyone felt loved and included. Christmas dinner was served with two kinds of potatoes, a wide variety of pickles, two types of cranberry sauce, different types of buns, both margarine and butter and many other special items meant to please. They just wanted everyone to have their personal favourites on this special celebration.

When we visited or welcomed the family to our house, they always laid out a wide variety of treats without fail. Janis’ mom knew I loved mincemeat tarts, and although I was the only one, they appeared every year. They figured out I enjoyed a certain small, green spearmint candy - especially if they were slightly dried and chewy. Janis’ mom would shop months before and then open the package to store it so they were perfect for the Christmas holiday.

As per this great tradition, we, of course, did our best to return the favour to all of our guests. It became a game to remember the smallest of details to please those we love.

These days, our Christmas celebrations are much smaller, quieter, and simpler, which is perfectly fine and still very enjoyable. When I was in town this week doing a little shopping, I came across some of those wonderful treats I used to enjoy so much. I couldn’t resist buying a small package of those mint candies and a few mincemeat tarts for good measure. Each time I sample them over the holidays, I will be reminded of loving people and wonderful Christmases past.

My wish to all our readers is lots of love, both received and given. I wish for lifelong memories of spending time with those you love.