Childhood Memory

I was recently asked two questions about Christmas past. The first was about a favorite memory and the second about a favorite carol. The answers are wrapped up in one memory.

On Christmas Eve, the family would load in the car and drive to Eola to celebrate the holiday with grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. We all had eyes to the sky, on the lookout for Santa and his sleigh. We would sing most of the way there, and we always sang Up on the Housetop. When we came to the chorus, Dad sang Santa's Ho Ho Ho in his beautiful bass voice. We LOVED it. And him.

Still do.