A Good Christmas
The Monday after Christmas. Here we are back at work, and the much-anticipated holiday is once again past us with even this first day flying by. It is a part of our accelerated aging process I am quite sure. When I was a kid in southern Oklahoma, and we were quite poor, Christmas was a time when there was a new pair of shoes, maybe a pair of pants, and always a stocking with an Orange, an Apple, some colorful hard ribbon candy, and a chocolate bar. We didn’t expect more. We were astonished some years to get that.
This Christmas my husband and I didn’t do a single bit of decorating for the holidays. He does a huge Christmas Gift Basket corporate gift project for the company we work for, so he had plenty of exposure to Christmas decorating for over a hundred various gift baskets all individually done. I play the company Santa, and at our Christmas Open House where the public is invited I had well over 200 “kids across my lap”. All were very excited to tell Santa what they wanted, and parents were eager to get that perfect Christmas picture. That night is easily my favorite part of the Christmas season.
And yet we had a very nice Christmas, in my estimation. My husband grew up as the only boy with three older sisters quite a bit older than he was, the nearest in age being ten when he was born and the eldest being 20 when he entered the family. His Christmas was very different from mine…
