|oslo in nc ||
Posted 12-24-2004 at 01:06:11
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It's three AM, (Sounds like the start of an old Frank Sinatra song) And all is quiet. My wife got me up at 2 AM, she couldn't find her cigarettes, so I being the dutyful husband went out and bought her a cake and a pack of cigs. A man's work is never done.
There is no snow, here, in NC, but it sure is cold. It must be in the 20's right now.
I just got to thinking about my boyhood Christmasses past.
I remember when I discovered that their wasn't a Santa Clause. I heard the front door open and looked out my bedroom window into the white Christmas that year and saw my mother bringing in a pair of skies. The next morning I asked her who gave them to me. She said Santa Clause. That was a bummer of a day. Those were the innocent years. I must have been eighteen. he, he. I can remember prior to that Christmas, we must have been pretty smart kids, since we had many lengthy subjects about the difficulty Santa Clause would have coming down the chimney. So, my Mother being innovative, as most mothers are, laid newspapers on the floor. She didn't want him to track up the floor when he came. I think I made some comment about no tracks on the newspapers that morning. I must have driven my Mother crazy. But then again isn't that part of the thrill of Christmas. We bought that change of entry into our house that year. We did have to leave the door unlocked though. He got cookies and milk for his trouble that night. Life sure was grand, back in those days.
Life was much sinplier, back then. I wouldn't trade those times for anything. I'll bet ya'll feel the same way. It must be stressful for the youngsters today, having to deal with the onslaught of TV and other medias working on convincing kids that they must have these toys.
Any way, I wonder what Santa will bring me this year? Hmmm. Come to think about my unmasking of Santa Clause, I may just have been wrong. Could it be that my mother was just helping Santa? Drat, I think that I may have actually been wrong all these years. I'm glad I figured it out, took me long enough, now I can't wait to see what he brings me tomorrow morning.
Have a nice Christmas, Ho, Ho, Ho He does exist and I'm going to leave him cookies and milk tonight. Chocolate chip cookies would be good. Hmmm Hmmm.