Anyway, sometimes I do like Christmas, but as I age and the children are all grown now with schedules of their own, I admit ~ I MISS THE DAYS OF YOUNG ONES!! I miss the big family get togethers, but as I age there are less and less to get together. Also, the memories that dredge up during this time of year, I feel like my brain is a computer that I can't shut down as the memories flood in of years past. Maybe that is what the story A Christmas Past is all about. I feel like during this season, I am visited more and more by that ghost. The ghosts of little ones peeking out from their bedrooms before they come get me and their dad shouting He Came, Santa Came! The ghosts of children as they age and the look on their faces as they realized Christmas is truly a special time. The ghosts of tree decorating and the ornaments hung mish mash by little hands. But, as the day of Christmas Eve and Christmas arrive, the family gets together and the ghost of memories are banished to new memories.