Late afternoon on Christmas Eve, some years ago, my mother looked out the front window of her New England home into fading light and snow. “Maybe your Aunt Louise’s package won’t make it this year,” she said.

No, we assured our mother and grandmother, the package will arrive. But it was getting late, too late for UPS delivery. Or so we thought.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of a truck, driving up the driveway.

“Cinnamon rolls,” we shouted with glee.

My mother smiled and shook her head. “I don’t know how your Aunt Louise does it. Every year her package arrives right on time. Every year.”

We greedily opened the box. A pie, either pumpkin or raspberry, cookies—chocolate, ginger, or molasses—and homemade fudge, like my grandmother (Aunt Louise’s mother) used to make. Chocolate with walnuts, double-layer chocolate and brown sugar (my favorite), and peppermint.

Then the dinner and cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls! Lots and lots of them.


Aunt Louise was a nurse with gifts for generosity and service. As I recall, she began sending care packages to my parents after my father’s stroke in the mid-eighties. She knew we adult children would gather at our parents’ house for Christmas with their grandchildren, since travel was no longer an option for my father.

AuntLouiseTowelEven after my father died in the mid-nineties, Aunt Louise’s care packages continued to arrive without fail on Christmas Eve. She also enclosed her handmade crafts, which we distributed among ourselves. I still have a few of her potholders and towels, well used, as you can see.


Aunt Louise died in early December 2010. The UPS truck didn’t arrive at Mother’s house that Christmas Eve. Less than two years later, my mother moved to assisted living.

We children and grandchildren no longer gather for Christmas together, since we live around the world now. But I’ll bet whenever any of us thinks about cinnamon rolls, we remember the sound of that UPS truck coming up my mother’s driveway. And we remember Aunt Louise.


Dec102018snowdrivewayToday, as I bake cookies for holiday gatherings this week and look out the window at yesterday’s beautiful snow on our driveway here at Vanaprastha, I savor sweet memories of Aunt Louise and Christmases past.

May the work of my hands pass her generosity along.


  1. Luanne

    This story made me tear up, Carole. The passage of time takes with it well-loved rituals, and I can’t help but feel moved by it.

    • Carole Duff

      I’m so happy to know that you found the post engaging, Luanne.

      Merry Christmas to you and your family! -C.D.

      • Luanne

        Thank you, Carole! Same to you!

    • Carole Duff

      Thank you, Ryan, and Merry Christmas! -C.D.

  2. Butch Dean

    Wonderful story…beautifully written. Brought tears to my heart and a smile. God bless each of you this Christmas and may your warm memories linger always. Thanks for sharing.

    • Carole Duff

      I’m so glad to know that you found the post engaging. Praying you have a blessed Christmas! -C.D.

  3. deyspublishing

    Oh wow that’s a beautiful Christmas memory.

    • Carole Duff

      Thank you. I pray all people have Aunt Louise’s in their lives and to be “Aunt Louise” to others. Merry Christmas!



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