Autos of the Season
My dad was a very fundamental minister. BUT one thing my dad never did was belittle Santa Claus. However in his North Georgia language it was Santy. I remember hearing him say on several occasions, “Hey, you can’t tell me there is no Santy, I saw one last week at Sears and Roebuck.”
Also at our home we never forgot it was ‘Little Jesus’s’ birthday. The season really started when we went out to the country to look for two trees. One for the Church and one for the house. Dad always got permission but as long as I can remember we had a cedar tree. The smell was Christmas. A few times there was 1-3” of snow on the ground, cold for us Southerners, but what a fun time.
The old boxes of decorations came out at home and church. Everyone was invited for the tree trimming at the church and it was always festive. There was another ‘scent’ of Christmas and that was citrus. Exuding from that tangerine and orange included in the brown paper bags with an apple, nuts, a box or raisins and some candy. Those bags were called treats. A couple days before the Sunday before Christmas some of the church folks came in to put the bags together. It was a lot of work and FUN. That Sunday they were handed out after church.
There were always bags for what was called ‘Shut-ins’, the ones who weren’t able to get to church. The remainder was distributed by members who knew poor families that ‘Santy’ wouldn’t leave much at their house.
Christmas was the only time citrus was in our house and many other mill workers homes. Citrus was expensive. Funny how certain ‘smells’ can relate and carry you back to specific times.
This Santa is gonna be fast!