Holiday Memories
One of my favorite holiday memories is the Christmas my parents gave me a little Siamese kitten (I think I was eight years old). I was overjoyed. I think the best part is remembering my father (a rather tall man) crouching down, peering under my bed and gently coaxing the timid kitten out for me after it fled from my arms in terror. What about you? What is your warmest, funniest, or oldest holiday memory?
December 6th, 2007 at 7:08 pm
When I was 5 years old I got up in the wee hours on Christmas morning and snuck down the hall to get a peak at the presents Santa had left me. We had been told that if Santa caught us out of bed on Christmas Eve he wouldn’t leave any gifts, so I was careful to be very, very quiet. When I got to the end of the hall I looked around the corner into the living room and in the dim light I saw a very small person standing there. I thought it was one of Santa’s elves, who had seen me and would now report me to Santa. I went back to bed with a pounding heart and the dismal thought that I had been discovered and would get no gifts. Come morning, though, I came down the hall with my brother and sister and saw that same small person standing next to the wall. It was a Patty PlayPal doll, life-sized and very realistic-looking. I was both immensely relieved and really excited with this very wonderful gift. My niece (age 21) now has that doll because my husband and son didn’t want her in the house–it creeped them out. I can just imagine their reaction if THEY’D seen her standing in the darkened living room on Christmas Eve!