a christmas memory

Whoops!

That was the name of something Truman Capote wrote.


But I was thinking about what I could write - about a cherished childhood
Christmas memory today - and all I could come up with was - presents.


That's what I remember about what Christmas meant to me as a kid.


Getting presents.


We weren't rich - but neither were we poor - and my dad got me and my
sisters and brother ice skates one year.  Looking back - I see that as a pretty
good gift.  It was something that was fun and that we used a lot.  And it got
us outside - which was healthy.

I also remember believing in Santa Claus - and I still do.

Because I read once that of course kids are going to find out that there is no
Santa - but the article said that parents should be cautioned to encourage
children to have some sort of 'fantasy' to stimulate their Creativity.

I totally agree with that - because I'm nothing if not Creative.


And anyway - ever see Polar Express?

What a movie if you Believe in Santa.






and if i ever get to board the polar express i'm going to request that
tom hanks punch my ticket so it reads hang in there.


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