I would like to share two Christmas memories with you and hope that you will tell us some of yours.
Christmas as a pre-schooler:
I had wanted a tricycle for oh, so long. I lay in bed at night and dreamed of getting a tricycle. I thought I'd be such a big girl, and I could even give rides to my friends! I just knew that if I had a tricycle, all my dreams would come true. I was a tall child, and my coordination did not develop early, but the year finally came when my parents knew I could handle a trike! There it sat, bright and shining, near the tree. I was so happy. Then I got on. My legs were so long they hit the handlebars. Mom and Dad tried to get me another one, but that was the largest trike made. Of course they had no choice but to send it back to the North Pole. I'll never forget that Christmas.
The Night the Real Santa came to our House: My husband and I had separated the year before, but we knew he would come Christmas morning. I kissed the girls good night and tucked in our little boys and listened to their prayers. Sometime in the middle of the night I got up to get a drink from the kitchen. Suddenly, I became aware that there was a man sitting on our living room sofa. I wasn't wearing my glasses, of course, but for some reason I felt no fear. As I approached the man gradually, I realized that he had long white whiskers and a red suit. I walked to the couch as the girls sneaked out of their bedroom-just in time to see Mommy kissing Santa Claus. The next morning, the boys told me how Santa had peeked in their room. They couldn't stop exclaiming how fat he was! Of course they didn't come out. No one is supposed to watch Santa. But they lay awake a long time!
Early the next morning, my tall, slim husband came to spend the day, and we treasured the childrens' stories together. It was a beautiful Christmas.
Christmas as a pre-schooler:
I had wanted a tricycle for oh, so long. I lay in bed at night and dreamed of getting a tricycle. I thought I'd be such a big girl, and I could even give rides to my friends! I just knew that if I had a tricycle, all my dreams would come true. I was a tall child, and my coordination did not develop early, but the year finally came when my parents knew I could handle a trike! There it sat, bright and shining, near the tree. I was so happy. Then I got on. My legs were so long they hit the handlebars. Mom and Dad tried to get me another one, but that was the largest trike made. Of course they had no choice but to send it back to the North Pole. I'll never forget that Christmas.
The Night the Real Santa came to our House: My husband and I had separated the year before, but we knew he would come Christmas morning. I kissed the girls good night and tucked in our little boys and listened to their prayers. Sometime in the middle of the night I got up to get a drink from the kitchen. Suddenly, I became aware that there was a man sitting on our living room sofa. I wasn't wearing my glasses, of course, but for some reason I felt no fear. As I approached the man gradually, I realized that he had long white whiskers and a red suit. I walked to the couch as the girls sneaked out of their bedroom-just in time to see Mommy kissing Santa Claus. The next morning, the boys told me how Santa had peeked in their room. They couldn't stop exclaiming how fat he was! Of course they didn't come out. No one is supposed to watch Santa. But they lay awake a long time!
Early the next morning, my tall, slim husband came to spend the day, and we treasured the childrens' stories together. It was a beautiful Christmas.