I know, I’m late, but I didn’t get this written last night like I should have and when I tried writing something at 6:00 this morning …. Blah. So I had to wait until I woke up. I still don’t know what to write but here goes.
I think it was Suzanne McMinn that asked the other day what was our favorite or most memorable Christmas present. I was stuck. I couldn’t think of anything. Oh, I remember some of my presents, but nothing emerged as being particularly special. There was the Barbie plane, soda shop, etc. Donny Osmond albums, jewelry … but nothing magical. It’s funny – but what sticks out most were the failures or disappointments. I used to ride a bike a lot – every day in fact, but it was an old bike with pedal brakes – and a boy’s bike at that. I wanted something new, not the old hand-me-downs that I often received. So that year the parents dipped into meager savings and bought me a bike. It was purple with the nifty new hand brakes – and it was a girl’s bike! I was overjoyed – in fact, there’s a picture floating around somewhere of me jumping into the air as they pushed the bike into the room. Then disaster struck. I couldn’t squeeze the brakes. It took both of my hands on one brake to get the bike to stop. (I’ve always had weak hands – precursor to the arthritis I’m now plagued with) I couldn’t ride the bike and my old one had already been discarded. That was the end of my bike riding days. That once wished for bike languished in the garage never to be ridden. Then there was the year I wanted a collector’s dollhouse. You know, those big houses that you decorate and furnish with miniature furniture. They bought me one – only it had to be put together. Did you know that a shoemaker’s children never have shoes and a carpenter’s family lives with projects never finished? That was us – the carpenter’s family. Oh Dad worked diligently for a week or so assembling the tiny pieces with a glue gun while my sister-in-law Janet and I dreamed and planned the decorations. But Dad went on to other things and the house was never finished – its pieces eventually lost as it sat on the workbench a ghost of what it could have been. That house was eventually just thrown away. Did I have good Christmas’? You bet – I just don’t remember them as well. Why is that? Am I the only one? Do you remember a special Christmas and if so why? Or are you like me, where Christmas was okay, but it’s the things you didn’t receive that stick out more?
I’m not in a bad mood – feel pretty good in fact, so this isn’t a pity me post – I just thought it was weird. Or is it just me that’s weird?
No drawing this week or the next - but big blowout on the 30th!
that's almost as bad as Pippi Longstocking.
. SANTA HAD COME!!! There was a tricycle there too. It was for my baby sister (Lois) but I was just so excited, Santa really had come to bring more presents...
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