I want to share a story of Christmas long ago.
Growing up in family of nine, Christmas was a lot of fun. First there was the tree: Daddy was always late picking out the tree, and he was always waiting until Christmas Eve he claimed he could get a bargain on it My goodness, he would come home with some ugly trees! Once decorated, the tree looked amazing; the sparkling ornaments and beautiful lights truly made it shine.
The lights were first. Daddy would have us inspect the tree to make sure they were displayed with no two matching colors touching. When that was done, the tree decorating began. We made sure the big balls were on top and the little ones on the bottom; oh yes, Christmas tree decorating was an art like no other.
Now for the presents, My mom would always tell us “if you see a toy on TV, don’t ask for it.” My parents refused to go around to every store while shopping for presents, because the toys we saw on TV were popular they were sometimes hard to find or out of stock. Mom would have us look throw a toy catalog and pick things out as it made it easier to shop. Christmas morning, Santa would come bright and early as all our eyes and hearts would glow with excitement and anticipation for the presents placed neatly around the tree.
After the presents were opened, we went to church. We would have a bit of time after church to play with our new toys before we were off to the Bronx to visit my aunt, where we would pile nine children and my mom and dad into her into her apartment it was a little squashed but a lot of fun being with family! I would have to say the favorite part of the day is being with my family “Oh the joys of Christmas long ago.