Home in Beautiful Nova Scotia For Christmas

This Christmas is the one I will be spending in my Christmas Childhood Home—here on the sea bound coast of beautiful Nova Scotia. Memories of Christmas past keep coming in with the tide washing up warm memories. I have taken to call them, ‘Ghosts of the Coast’. Prime among them are indelible memories of my Aunt Edie, my father’s eldest sister who pressed gingerbread men through the orphanage wrought iron fence to me and my siblings at Christmas time. Like images on a kaleidoscope come visions of the dolls found under the tree on Christmas mornings, in pre-orphanage days, the ones allowed to be taken with us on Christmas Day when visiting our mother’s friend, Bernice. Oh, how I hope that children of our day, now subject to Drag Queen ‘entertainment’, can find Christmas memories that go on to last a lifetime. Some of this year’s Christmas Card greetings that grace the fireplace mantle in what I call “Our House by the Sea’ come with wishes: “I hope you enjoy your first Christmas in your new home”.