Christmas Memories

Christmas is approaching  fast and the hustle and bustle is real.  The trees are decorated, plans are being made for parties, dinners and thoughts of all the surprises that would be bestowed on our loved ones.  Since my  preparation for 🎅 is not as time consuming as it use to be, I find myself remembering my youthful Christmases in Texas.

One special Christmase that I remember with love and happiness when I was a child..my older sister and brother with me, lived with our parents on a farm. Daddy farmed cotton, maise, corn and had a few head of cows.  Like everyone, Mother and Daddy worked really hard to provide.  We always had tasty meals, fresh vegetables from our garden, eggs from our chickens, and lots of love from our Mother’s hands.

I remember that Christmas morning when I was eight.  I woke before anyone else, entering  our small living room on my knees, excited to peeked at the presents.  My brother , Jack woke and joined me, waiting for our parents to wake.  Georgie, our teenage sister, was the last to wake from her sleep.

We  found our places in the living room,  excited to see what Santa left us.   Daddy sitting in his worn chair, Mother on the couch next to Georgie and me, Jack on the floor.  Then the lights came on.   Georgie opens a box containing a pair of loafers, Jack opened a little box with a knife inside, I am feeling anxious, where is mine? I am the baby, I should get mine first, but I did not see anything.  I thought I was a good girl all year long, What did I do that denied me of my Christmas present?  I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, I could not breathe.  Then like Santa, appeared from the kitchen was Daddy balancing a blue girl, 3 speed, English racer.  I could not believe it.  My dream came true, I was a good girl!!!  Daddy showed me every bell and whistle. I put my coat and shoes on and Daddy carried the bike outside.  I jumped on the bike and rode it round and round the yard.  I could not hug and kiss Mother and Daddy enough.

I remember in later years, what a wonderful present my parents gave me, in a time when surviving financially was so very hard. That bike cost at least $50.00!  It was such a big deal..

Love my simple country life..