Do You Have A Magic Holiday Memory?

lololu
Mon, 21 Nov 2011 18:39:36 +0000

When we were little my mother would pack all six of us in the car, take us to the dime store and give us each five dollars. We each had to get a present for all five other kids and for my mom and dad. And get wrapping paper. I remember racing around the aisles trying to hide the little bag of lincoln logs from my brother or the year I got my little sister a baby doll stroller. On year I got my father handkerchiefs with his first initial on them - A. One of my older sisters got him the same handkerchiefs with our last initial on them - L. My little sister got him the same handkercheifs with the letter R. On Christmas morning my very perplexed father asked her what the R was for. “Ratfink – that’s what mommy calls you.” My father just roared as my mother turned bright red.
The best part of this was that it taught us all that to give truely is better than to receive. I remember just aching for Christmas so I could give my sister her stroller or what ever. Even now we all exchange presents every year – it may just be a little thing but it is given from the heart.