I am accused of living in the past, and that is a fair assessment, BUT where else is an old man gonna live?
Christmas has always been a time for gifts and sharing. I was told it was better to give than to receive. Now as a kid I really didn’t believe that, but I still didn’t mind giving.
Up until my first grade, I received a small toy and clothes. We were not poor, but in the 30’s, 40’s, & 50’s Christmas was a festive time. Time of visits, good food and of course gifts. Shirl and I were fortunate, we were the second litter, you might say. We probably got more in two or three Christmases than our older Brothers and sisters got the whole time they were home.
The whole thing was not the biggest gift, but a gift. Christmas day it didn’t matter if you got skates, fruit, candy, ball glove, bat or bicycle, it was Christmas and if the weather was good everyone was out celebrating NO SCHOOL. That was the biggest gift.
When I see friends buy a very expensive gift for a child for Christmas, my deepest thought is what are you gonna do next year these things snowball you know? It seems to generate higher hopes until it seems to be outrageous. Now here I go, it really is none of my business what is spent, so why would I get my nose out of joint. Of a truth IT AIN’T NONE OF MY BUSINESS. But I would advise to buy and choose wisely.
Old story around Sherry’s house is about a Christmas when she was close to ten and brother Johnny a couple years younger. The family drew names. John drew Sherry’s name. He was supposed to spend fifty cents on a gift. But he spent most of the money then bought her a nickel Milky Way and wrapped it . According to Johnny, SHERRY was not happy!
Merry Christmas, and thanks for taking the time to stop by.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.
This year I don’t want much for Christmas.. Either will be fine. (LOL)
1953 MG or the 1955 Chevy…
(If my rich Uncle hadn't died, and if he had liked me…….. oh well!)