As that time nears:
Wondering, it may be a bit early yet with a few days left to go till old santa shows up and does his annual trip, if any of you have any humerous or otherwise christmas season events that happened to you over the years?
Back many moons ago when i was around 6 years old i recieved for christmas a gift of a pair of new slippers to help keep my little feet warm in the drafty old farm house we lived in at that time.
So, after opening the gift and being a PITA at times at that age, my brother and i started to throw these new slippers back and forth playing somewhat like a baseball game.
While doing this Grandpa decided it was time to stoke up the old pot belly stove again , so just as he took the top lid off and bent down to grab another block of wood, i fired the new slipper again,, and right into the hole in the stove it went instantly turning into a ball of flame!!
I was left with one new slipper and a good whipping for being so careless.
Sas ... I wish you the happiest Christmas ever. I'd buy you one replacement slipper for Christmas if they sold them that way *LOL*
For me it was just having the whole family together. We had a huge family. Even as a very small kid I felt the warmth of the love our family members had for each other. Most of those people are gone now and Christmases are far more bleak than they used to be, but the memories remain and they are a great consolation.
The best to you and yours !!!
Remember one year Gramma made towels (IIRC) for all the male grand kids about the same age...and monogrammed them, fine for me though not really needed as I was an only child, but cousins "Ron" and "Rob" likely had difficulty telling which "R" was whose...
I had rebuilt a couple of old wrecked bicycles for running my paper routes, using parts salvaged from the dump. The folks got me a brand new Schwin, red, spring fork, loaded with bling, bike for Christmas. By the time Mom called me in for lunch, I had stripped off the tank, moved the rear fender luggage rack to the front, cut down the rear fender, replaced the straight handle bars with the buckhorns I had built for the Hawthorne, and installed the next larger diameter wheels with thorn-proof tires. She was disappointed. Dad laughed.
Now THAT was a delivery bike.