Ghosts of Christmas Past

| 12/20/2017 9:38:00 AM

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Christmas is upon us once again. It seems that only yesterday we were preparing for Christmas 2016. Where does the time go? As I get ready for the big day, my mind wanders back to all the Christmases of the past.

Christmas is much different today than it used to be. The celebrations were more traditional, with fewer frills, and more emphasis on family. Presents were different too. Most were handmade, and might only consist of a stocking with fruit, homemade cookies, and a few pieces of candy if you were lucky. I come from a long line of "pack rats," so I still have a few of the actual gifts my father and his siblings received. Daddy was very sentimental. He passed them down over the years, and I have kept them safe in a cedar box. I take them out now and again just to savor the past, and to show the grandchildren how fortunate they really are. But are they? Just think of the love and care my grandfather put into carving that yo-yo, or making that sling shot. And as insignificant as the marbles or fan seem, my grandparents had to save up for those. That kind of love is better than picking up something at Walmart, or ordering from Amazon.

1 Daddys gifts

My favorite Christmas story is the one about my Aunt Alta's doll. She wanted a doll more than anything, and all she had ever had were rag dolls made by my grandmother, or the tiny plastic one in the picture. One year, a peddler came to the Bruno Store and sold them several large porcelain dolls. My Aunt, who had just turned 12, spent many hours just staring at them and wishing with all of her heart for one. So Granny began to save part of her egg money, and Grandpa did some extra work at the forge, and the kind owner of the store put one doll back for them. A week before Christmas, they were able to pay for it, and Granny brought it home to hide it in her closet. Daddy and Aunt Alta were wild with joy. They suspected what was hidden there, and they begged and begged Granny to confirm their suspicions. At last, Christmas morning came. The doll was wrapped up in a blanket, and Aunt Alta carefully pulled her out. Then she just sat and hugged that doll and cried. Daddy said he didn't remember what he got that year. He was just so happy for her.

2 aunt alta with doll

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