Christmas time was always something special growing up. Even if my family didn’t have a ton of money to get us everything that was on our list they always did the best that they could. Looking back at Christmas’s past, I can’t recall one where I was disappointed. No matter what the circumstance was that year, we always had food on the table, gifts under the tree, and our stockings were stuffed. I’d like to take the time now and reflect on one of my most memorable Christmases.
The Christmas that I was naughty:
Apparently growing up I really did believe that Santa was real, heck in some weird and crazy way I still do. I get all wrapped up in the spirit of Christmas, even though I give all year long, I especially love giving gifts to others now. One year for Christmas, I couldn’t locate a single present under the tree that was labeled for me. Not one. We had the tradition of one of the kids giving out all the gifts, and it was my brother Terry’s turn. He handed them out, one by one, but none came my way. I guess I was starting to get upset and sad because my mom was asking me what was wrong, and I just shrugged it off. I’m sure that there was something under the tree for me. The gifts were all given, and I still had nothing. Dad suggested that we each take down our stockings and look in those. I cheerfully jumped up and got mine. There was one thin present wrapped inside. Terry’s and Tina’s stocking were filled and over flowing with presents, yet mine had one. They all gather round as I opened my one gift. It was a pair of switches, cut off from a tree outside. There was a note inside and it said, “You’ve been a naughty boy Robbie, so this is all you get this year” I was devastated! I started crying so hard, my siblings started laughing at me but I didn’t think it was funny. I ran to my room in tears. I couldn’t believe that Santa actually thought I was a bad kid. I think I was about 6 or 7 at the time, but still it really was hurtful. My mom eventually came to my room to calm me down. She explained that maybe Santa made a mistake and gave them to the wrong Robbie, or that I had a chance to change my ways. She said that if I promised to be a good boy next year, that somehow Santa would know and would dropped off my gifts. I told her I would be a good boy the next year and every year after that no matter what. What happened next seemed to be nothing more than a miracle because I hear jingle bells and a loud thud out in the living room. My dad called my name and said that I need to come out there. My mom walked with back out to the living room and by the tree there was a huge plastic bag, and my stocking was rehung up on the wall, filled with stuff! Santa had heard my promise and dropped off my gifts!!! I was so excited. I kept that promise that year and for every year after that!
Have a great holiday season everyone