I have once more been called a Grinch. Now why do people do that? I am not a Grinch. I think Christmas is wonderful. Or at least the part about the baby Jesus. And the wise men. And the shepherds. I like the Christmas tree and the carols and all that stuff. What I have a problem with is the commercialism. Black Friday, Super Saturday, Something Monday. How much are sales up? How much are sales down?
I remember the last Christmas that I thought the presents were from Santa. For years I had written the letter to Santa telling him how bad I wanted a dolly. Dolly's were different than as opposed to now. They had plastic legs and arms and a hard plastic head. And if you got a really good one it would cry when you tilted it back and then it would close it's eyes. I finally got the dolly. And I loved that dolly. And I could not figure out how she knew to close her eyes. Unfortunately for dear dolly, neither could my brother, Jake. But he had a solution for that. Little tap on the back of the head with the hammer and all Dolly's secrets were revealed. There were weights that caused her eyes to close. And in all fairness he did try to glue the back of her head back on, but she was just never the same. And since he had pretty well performed a patrial lobotomy on her, it was just another step to rip her stomach open and see what made her cry. That was a sort of thing that when you laid her down, air went through an opening and made her cry.
Now Jake did make me promise that I would not tell mother what he had done. But mother's have a way of finding this stuff out. I tried to tell her that I had done it, because I knew he was going to get a licking. I was a girl so I did not get punished like the boy did. And mother never did it herself. Maybe Dad did. I don't remember. I do know he got in very bad trouble. I could not understand why Mother was so upset. It had come from Santa, but you would have thought it came out of her pocket. Hmmm.
But that is not the Christmas gift I remember the most. The last one I remember and it will always stick in my mind was simply a book, a red ball, an orange and some candy in a sack. I think I remember it most because that was the year I made the connection with momma and Santa Claus. All the years that I thought he was so wonderful, he did not even exist. My mother was putting money away a little at a time so us little ragamuffins could get something from Santa.
Santa has been going around garnering praise for all these years while mothers and fathers do without so he can get the glory. I did it for my kids and in keeping with the season, I am going to tell about some of the Christmas's for my little kiddies. I am not real proud of all of them, but they are what they are. It is hard to hide the truth for very long. So let me get my head together and I will share with you a few of the Seeger Family Christmases!
I remember the last Christmas that I thought the presents were from Santa. For years I had written the letter to Santa telling him how bad I wanted a dolly. Dolly's were different than as opposed to now. They had plastic legs and arms and a hard plastic head. And if you got a really good one it would cry when you tilted it back and then it would close it's eyes. I finally got the dolly. And I loved that dolly. And I could not figure out how she knew to close her eyes. Unfortunately for dear dolly, neither could my brother, Jake. But he had a solution for that. Little tap on the back of the head with the hammer and all Dolly's secrets were revealed. There were weights that caused her eyes to close. And in all fairness he did try to glue the back of her head back on, but she was just never the same. And since he had pretty well performed a patrial lobotomy on her, it was just another step to rip her stomach open and see what made her cry. That was a sort of thing that when you laid her down, air went through an opening and made her cry.
Now Jake did make me promise that I would not tell mother what he had done. But mother's have a way of finding this stuff out. I tried to tell her that I had done it, because I knew he was going to get a licking. I was a girl so I did not get punished like the boy did. And mother never did it herself. Maybe Dad did. I don't remember. I do know he got in very bad trouble. I could not understand why Mother was so upset. It had come from Santa, but you would have thought it came out of her pocket. Hmmm.
But that is not the Christmas gift I remember the most. The last one I remember and it will always stick in my mind was simply a book, a red ball, an orange and some candy in a sack. I think I remember it most because that was the year I made the connection with momma and Santa Claus. All the years that I thought he was so wonderful, he did not even exist. My mother was putting money away a little at a time so us little ragamuffins could get something from Santa.
Santa has been going around garnering praise for all these years while mothers and fathers do without so he can get the glory. I did it for my kids and in keeping with the season, I am going to tell about some of the Christmas's for my little kiddies. I am not real proud of all of them, but they are what they are. It is hard to hide the truth for very long. So let me get my head together and I will share with you a few of the Seeger Family Christmases!
