Wednesday, December 28, 2005
We had a treat yesterday. Our Grandson couldn't be with us on Christmas day and so we got to watch him open his gifts from us, yesterday. Here, he is sporting his new bike and helmet from Grandma and Grampuh.
This brought back a Christmas morning memory. I was at that stage where I was pretty sure there wasn't a Santa but I was afraid to ask for fear of not getting a present. I came downstairs and went right over to my stocking and found four walnuts and an apple. That was normal in the bottom of the stocking back then. There were usually little trinkets and toys on top of that. Not this year. I looked at Mom and she was getting a scolding look from Dad. She said she was sorry, she had forgotten.
Well, I was more than a little upset, I remember going out and getting in the car I was driving to high school at the time and then going for a long drive. Err,, no that was a different day. Okay, I was checking to see if you were awake. But I'll keep this in here to see how many people are really reading.
In defense of my Mom, she was 44 when I was born.
After that incident, I didn't believe in Santa for a while. Now I do.