Christmas at the Lights

When Maine’s light stations were staffed by keepers and their families, Christmastime was more than a heartwarming holiday. Anticipation of Christmas was something that buoyed the lonely spirits of those who tended the lights, for the winter season was long and bitter, and the isolation profound. This was especially important for the children of remote or offshore lighthouses where contact with the outside world was minimal – if not nonexistent, for extended stretches of winter. Marking time amidst frigid wind and wave-swept surroundings, lighthouse families no doubt navigated through such loneliness by holding onto the dreams of modest Christmas celebrations where family, fun, food, gifts and the reason for the season were warmly aglow on that special day.

For the month of December, Maine Lights Today is sharing random accounts and memories from Christmastime at the lights. Some will be heartwarming, others tinged by a touch of melancholy, and still others will bring a smile to your face. Of course Flying Santa – from the 1930s forward, played a starring role for lighthouse families during the Christmas season, so memories of his joyous flights will also be included.

We hope you enjoy each account we are able to share...