Articles Published About San Juan County

This blog initially was used to archive articles written by Janet Wilcox and published by Neil and Becky Joslin in the Blue Mountain Panorama. In 2019 it was revived and includes articles printed in the San Juan Record, as well as other venues. By republishing digitally, more photographs can be added, and comments and corrections can be quickly upgraded. A blog is a more permanent historical location and is searchable. Thank you for reading my articles in the newspaper, as well as on the Internet. If you have ideas for stories, please contact me at 42janetkw@gmail.com

Thursday, December 25, 2025

Christmas memories and celebrations

Families throughout the world have unique ways of celebrating Christmas. Because of its significance in our lives and the diversity of our traditions, Christmas memories are different for each family and person. Though the central focus is on Christ’s birth, our remembrance of him and our experiences are different, as well as how we celebrate. Here are some of those memories that others have of this holiday. Gayle Shumway: When I was a Senior in High School, our Seminary teacher, Mitch Kalauli planned an experience for us that I will never forget. Our class started raising money in the fall of that year for Christmas gifts to deliver to selected homes on the Navajo reservation. We prayed to be guided in the gifts that we purchased; we bought mostly toys, wrapped them, and some of our class drove deep into the reservation. Larry Lee was dressed as Santa Claus, and he waited outside the hogans and houses until we had been inside for a few minutes. Those little hogans were sparsely furnished with the bare necessities, a cooking stove, bedrolls against the walls, table, chairs, a few shelves built into the walls sometimes a weaving loom. They were bigger than they looked, and we all fit inside. I remember especially one hogan with wide-eyed, excited little children and a toothless grandma more excited than the children who loudly laughed with glee! We sang Christmas carols and then pretended that we heard Santa's Reindeer and Larry would make his entrance and present gifts. As we watched, tears filled our eyes, and joy filled our hearts. We learned the spirit of giving; we also learned to appreciate the abundance that we were blessed with. I will always remember the love that I felt in those homes on the Navajo reservation. Rosalie Payne: Christmas and the winter season were one of the best parts of growing up in Idaho. One of my fondest memories is that my dad would hook up our horses (Lady and Taffy) to the sleigh and we would ride around our little town taking friends and neighbors some kind of special treat my mom had made. Of course, any holiday has favorite foods. At some point in the holidays, we would get Yorkshire pudding and huckleberry pie. Sylvia Shumway: Ever wonder where the term “Christmas givet” came from? I think my brother Craig introduced it to friends and neighbors after he learned it. The origin came from a man, not sure if he was Navajo or Ute. But my father had hired him to work in the uranium mine dad owned. Every Christmas Eve my family would wait for his knock on the door. He would say “Christmas givet” to us. We would give him what he needed for his family if we had anything extra and usually, we would include food and snacks as mom always made extra just for him. That is when I learned the joy of giving and sharing. Janet Wilcox:
One Christmas I’ll never forget is when six of my friends rode the school bus home with me to our farm which was 22 miles from Ririe where we attended school. The weather was perfect for sleigh riding and we anticipated a couple of fun days, before my father would take us home in his army truck. Unfortunately, there was a terrible blizzard that blew in that night, and we were officially snowed in for several days longer. There were no phones on the farm so we couldn’t call their families. Fortunately, my mother was a great cook and she had chili and donuts and several things already prepared. We had a large basement with multiple beds, a pool table and ping pong table so there were lots of things to do. We played fox and geese, had snow ball fights, and sledded down the hill, jumped on the beds, sang silly songs and talked late into the night. After a few days the blizzard subsided and we bundled up and rode in the back of truck back to Ririe! One tradition we did for years when we were raising our own children was to a secretly deliver something which corresponded with the each of the 12 days of Christmas. I believe it was the Eberhard family who first delivered 12 consecutive gifts to us when our children were younger. As they got older, they helped prepare and deliver the items such as “golden rings” = donuts; partridge in pear tree became a “dove” soap or a pear; 8 maids a milking= milk duds; drummers drumming = small decorative drum. The trick was to quietly come to the door, place the gift, ring the bell then run quickly or hide where they couldn’t be seen. They also did a lot of snow shoveling (and sometimes snowball throwing!) in the neighborhood. Another thing we did when our children were young was to go to the nursing home with the Stubbs family. The children would dress up as wise men or angels and they would sing 4-5 Christmas songs. Afterward they would deliver a simple gift to each of the residents there. The home we lived in at that time, didn’t have any insulation so gigantic icicles would form. This was the memorable icicle!

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