I remember being about five years old and finding among my presents a life-size baby doll lying in a crib that had a side you could put up and down just like my own crib. I was a happy Mommy to that doll for many years.
I remember the year Terry got a radio and Wayne and I got bikes. We were all so happy! It didn’t matter to us that the bikes were used ones with new paint jobs. It was all about freedom! My bike was so well balanced I could ride it no-handed from the street up the drive and onto the sidewalk.
I remember Christmas Eve services where we got to sing all the wonderful songs we only sang at Christmas time. I remember Ann and Lynette, young teenage girls like me, singing O Holy Night without accompaniment and how beautiful that was.
I remember Mom telling us not to be upset if Grandma gave more gifts to one child than another. She explained that Grandma had a tendency to buy things all year that she thought a child might like without thinking about the number of gifts she’d already bought.
I remember making gingerbread men with our daughter and decorating the tree with those and candy canes, and popcorn/cranberry strings.
I remember walking in the processional with the hand bell choir playing O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. I had to silently sing the same verse over and over to myself to know when I should ring my bells.
I remember Dave’s parents taking us all to a ski lodge for Christmas where our giant stockings were hung from the rafters.
I remember Christmas pageants wondering which child would flub their one and only line. Like the innkeeper who said, “Sure. Come on in.” Which line would we likely say today if we were the innkeeper?
TTYL,
Linda
I only hope that what I know I would say…Welcome Dear Jesus! Merry Christmas
A Merry Christmas to all!
Very nice! The first present I remember is a walking doll. We have wonderful memories of Christmas past. Now we’ll be making new memories.
Have a great day and see you in Yuma!
Such beautiful memories and so many more to come. Merry Christmas.
I remember one Christmas morning when I might have been ten and I received not one but two bicycles. Since the family didn’t have much money, my father had gone to the man who lived behind us and ran a bicycle repair shop and purchased a used bicycle which he stripped and painted. My grandfather, who was a retired farmer, had purchased a brand new Schwinn bicycle. I, of course, loved the new bicycle — but we kept both of them. It wasn’t until years and years later that I realized what my dad had done. Of course, by that time, both he and my grandfather were deceased and so there was nothing for me to say. I know now, though, what a great sacrifice my dad had made. I hope he now knows that I am appreciative of his effort.
And his love. From your only son.