It’s that time of year when the chill in the frosty air brings us indoors to hunker down with thick comforters and mugs of steaming hot chocolate overflowing with fluffy marshmallows. When holiday music and movies become the soundtrack to our everyday home lives. When we gather ‘round the fire for company, drink, food and love. When we are celebrating and remembering those we treasure and hold near and dear. When the real meaning of the season is family – by our DNA or by our heart. When we reflect and give thanks for all we have. In a nutshell, unconditional love.
I’d like to welcome Beth Groundwater to share the beauty of the season with us.
Favorite Holiday tradition?
Sitting around in PJ’s and robes on Christmas morning, opening gifts, taking photos, sipping coffee and eating coffee cake until noon.
Favorite childhood toy?
I was a typical American girl—Barbie’s.
Favorite childhood game?
Monopoly, though Risk was a close second. I’m such a capitalist! I even published a short story about a family playing a game of Risk and learning some life lessons in the process.
Snow ball fight or making snow families?
Making snow families. And getting creative with the add-ons, like cranberries for red lips, walnuts for noses, etc.
Sleigh rides, sledding or skiing?
Downhill skiing, definitely! That’s one o the main reasons my hubby and I are moving to Breckenridge, Colorado on December 13th, to have access to skiing. He’s an expert skier, and I can handle the double-black diamond slopes, though I pick my way down them slowly.
Favorite Holiday song?
“It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas”
Favorite holiday movie?
Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Favorite holiday story to read?
An illustrated children’s book of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
Snow on holiday eve or just a chill in the air?
In Breckenridge, it’s almost a guarantee that there will be snow on the ground Christmas Eve and Christmas. I’m looking forward to getting out in it, for a walk at least, if not skiing.
Most memorable holiday memory?
Of my father waking us up VERY early one Christmas morning by jingling sleigh bells in our bedroom doorways. He was in the USAF and had to go into work at 5 AM on Christmas. He woke us at 4 AM so he could watch us open our gifts, and we kids were happy to oblige.