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.
: 0 )
2 comments:
Stringing popcorn with a thread and needle...
...and then eating it off the tree for weeks.
Ah yes -Fj - cherished Christmas memories.
My mother told me last year about how it was to have candles burning on the Christmas tree - and how beautiful it was...
and about the bucket of water sitting nearby should it catch fire.
:(
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