Thanks for the memories ....Happy December, my lovelies! Only December 2nd and already my charge card is tired. I've bought lots of presents, mostly for me, of course! Just teasing. I've put a big dent in my shopping list and only bought myself a bracelet, some earrings, some jeans and a sweater. That's a whole outfit! No shoes yet. Oh, wait. Yes, I did buy shoes when I drove across the state line to visit two of my best writing buddies. Oops. I forget Big Daddy reads my blog. Busted. Oh, well, a girl can't help but buy a few baubles during the Christmas season. Everything is so pretty and bright in all the shops and malls. But I digress. I really wanted to talk about something less materialistic. Yes, I can be practical at times. After reading Merrilee's blog from yesterday, I got to wondering about Christmas memories. I have a favorite one and I'd like to hear some of yours, too.
My favorite Christmas memory happened when I was a little girl back on the farm in Georgia. I had longed for a new bicycle, but we didn't have a lot of money so my older sister bought me a used red bicycle. I loved that bike, but it got old and worn out (probably because I rode it up and down the county line road, spinning stories in my head as fast as I pushed those pedals.) Anyway, it broke. I was so devastated. So I really wanted a new bike for Christmas. Then I caught a nasty cold and felt awful, but Christmas was coming so I soldiered on and prayed I'd get a new bike. My sister (the same one who'd bought me the used bike) came and picked me up on Christmas Eve. She said she has some last minute shopping to do and I could ride along. So, sniffing and miserable, but ever hopeful, I went into town with her. When we got back, I got out of the car thinking I was going to bed. I was sick and tired and fretful that I wouldn't get a new bike. Then I looked up and my daddy was standing on the back porch with a shiny new blue bicycle by his side. I looked at my smiling sister and then I looked at my mama, and then finally I looked at my daddy and then I burst into tears. My daddy, shocked, said, "Santa Claus brought this bike early--just for you. Don't you like it?"
"Like it?" I loved it. I bobbed my head and rushed up the steps and quickly took possession of that bright new bike. I forgot about being sick. I forgot about being miserable. I rode off into the cold sunset with a warm heart and the perfect contentment of a happy child. I rode and rode until my hands were numb, until my mama called me in to supper. And I got up the next day and rode some more, still spinning my stories. I think I rode that bike until I got my first car. That was the best Christmas ever! Because that beautiful blue bike was the same color as my daddy's sweet eyes. Let's discuss special Christmas memories!!!