Christmas morning was a bonanza of toys and gifts when I was growing up. Mom shopped all year long and I know one of my favorite dolls, Baby First Step, was found by my sisters at Triby's Hardware very close to Christmas because it was so hard to find.
Mom and Dad put the
turkey in the oven early Christmas morning. I believe 530 or 6 am. My
mom, not a morning person, still did this for a long time.
believe I was 6, the year I woke I thought in the middle of the night. I
crept downstairs to see the explosion of toys. This year, Dan and his
friend Billy, stayed up putting together the Jane West set, with
everything plastic, down to the skillet with eggs and bacon for the
fire. She looked like the mold of her brother, Johnny West, only with
molded blond pageboy haircut. A palomino horse and German Shepherd dog
accompanied her with her brown pliable outfits for riding, and the
saddle to put on. It was wonderful. I got a Barbie, books and learning
books, a watch. The watch read quarter to 7, but I hadn't learned to
tell time yet, so I didn't know the time. Since Santa didn't wrap my
gifts, every thing was in working order, the watch set and wound.
couldn't be held in, I ran back upstairs to the back bedroom to blurt
out all that Santa had left. I think, now, how my parents must have just
gone to bed, so tired, probably just fell asleep. They joined me in my
joy, acting as surprised as I was. I love them still for encouraging me
in every way.
In fifth grade, I started suspecting that Santa
didn't really set up these toys. My niece Debbie who spent most
Christmases with us, along with her parents from New Jersey, didn't have
unwrapped presents or the ones she did have left unwrapped, I saw my
mother buy. I also pretended to not see the doll I got that year in the
bottom of the hutch, because I so wanted to believe Santa came down our
chimney. But the Velvet box is still etched on my memory behind that
Sixth grade saw the last of my dolls and my slipping
belief in Santa or the beginning of the grown up belief in the jolly old
elf. I got Baby Thumbelina, a soft body doll, that squirmed with a pull
of a string from her body. She was small, and not as loved as my former
dolls, like Baby First Step and Cheerful Tearful, but more than poor
Dancerina, who was practically useless.
continued though to hold surprises through my teen years. A hooded red
robe that lasted for many years, kept me warm in our drafty old textile
mill apartment in Connecticut. A big box of Estee Lauder makeup brought a
sixteen year old glamour. The fire and dinner preparing filled the home
I often rode along with Dad to pick up Grandma for
Christmas Day, her and Bitsy, her terrier. The vacant streets, the gray
day but joy of a special holiday gathered around. Grandma was jolly.
Bitsy had a red bow on her collar.
Relatives filtered in late
morning for the big feast Mom and Dad had made. The leaves in the dining
room table, the best china, and pop, usually ginger ale, in gold color
glasses that were for holidays. Everything was special for this day.
Happy Christmas morning! God rest you merry!
Thankful for parents who taught me the lavish love of God through the years.
and it is still very dark at six forty five in the morning, so get back in bed!