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OPINION | BRENDA LOOPER: Christmas present

by Brenda Looper | December 22, 2021 at 5:00 a.m.
Brenda Looper

Editor's note: The original version of this column was published in December 2019, months after I'd lost my mom. Having just lost my brother and with the pandemic continuing, it seems appropriate to revisit it.

Christmastime this year is different for a lot of us. We've lost family members, friends, pets and other loved ones, and so we have to face the holiday without them.

But we have our memories.

Of cold, snowy mornings spent sledding behind the church because it had the best hill that wasn't the road, more than a few times smacking the fence at the bottom because we were having too much fun to remember to steer (but that scar on my jaw reminds me of it). Not that our homemade sleds were easy to steer, mind you.

Of snow ice cream if the snow was pristine and deep, and making sure to get the first bowl because once the boys started in, there'd be none left. It was the only yellow (and pale, at that) snow that was good to eat.

Of the Christmas program at the Dayton community building right next to our house, which drew most of the people in our tiny wide spot in the road in addition to the 4-H Club and Extension Homemakers who regularly met there. We'd sing, laugh, exchange gifts, and welcome Santa Claus, who always brought old-fashioned sacks of goodies.

Of the trip to Nanny Kaylor's house on Christmas Eve for a full Christmas experience, including dinner with all the trimmings, peanut brittle, those addictive ranch oyster crackers, and playing Santa's helper to give presents to family members. Then there was the trek to Nanny and Grandpa Terrell's house down the road on Christmas, usually for chili, beans and soup, and maybe a few small, handmade gifts. I long ago forgave Nanny for that clown doll which, darn it, disappeared in a tornado.

Of the Christmas I had a temporary case of wry neck, probably as a result of the multiple ear infections I had that fall, but I have pictures to remind me. At least the head tilt looked cute and somewhat intentional in the photos. The next Christmas, though, I got my first bike ... with training wheels that lasted all of about two days. After the mean neighbors made fun of me when I was riding on the community building's tennis/basketball court, I insisted they be taken off so I could be just like my brothers.

Missing Mama has been the hardest thing for me the past few Christmases. She was my best friend, biggest cheerleader, and the funniest and kindest person I've ever known. She was hardheaded, and could be stern, too, and would let you know how she felt if you happened to touch on one of her pet peeves, which included a few politicians. Like me, she missed two of the best public servants, Dale Bumpers and John Paul Hammerschmidt, and was saddened that we'll probably never see their like again. Ask her about them, and she'd smile remembering them, their kindness, and their desire to help others.

That was what she had in common with them. She "adopted" older friends and neighbors, taking them food, visiting with them, and in at least one case, taking them shopping even though we didn't have much. When a cluster of tornadoes hit our area, she gathered us and whatever supplies she could muster and we spent the day feeding neighbors and volunteers and helping people clean up what was left of their homes.

Now my brother Corey is with her again. He was like Mama in a lot of ways, especially in how kind and funny he was. If you were in his circle, you were family; he'd make sure you had what you needed. In girlfriend Carletta, he found a kindred soul.

That legacy of kindness is a pretty good Christmas gift if you think about it.

I know I'm far from the only person dealing with grief at this time of year. The reason we had our Christmas on Christmas Eve at Nanny Kaylor's house was because my dad's dad, who I never knew, died on Christmas Eve. Now, we do without all our grandparents, Mama, Daddy, nephew David, and Corey.

As I was finishing this column, one of my favorite bloggers, John Pavlovitz, posted a piece about grief during the holidays, and I feel compelled to quote him here.

"When you lose someone you love," Pavlovitz writes, "you forever realize the singular, irreplaceable gift that time with them was--because it becomes the only thing you really want anymore: just one more explosive embrace as the front door swings open, one more tearful eruption of laughter recalling the story you heard them tell a hundred times before, one more smell of their heads as they lay nestled in the crook of your arm, one more afternoon with the familiar music of their voices coming through the wall beside you, one last phone call to hear them share life-changing news or the mundane events of a day, just a few more seconds of ordinary life--with them still here."

But, he cautions, you must embrace who is here and treasure those moments. "Mourn the absences and celebrate their presence in the present. No, you can't have the gift you most want right now--but you have today. Be present."

I couldn't say it any better. Merry Christmas!

Assistant Editor Brenda Looper is editor of the Voices page. Email her at Read her blog at

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