It’s almost Christmas. As I thought upon what was the Christmas gift that you were most excited about as a child, my mind went back to the little green plastic pocketbook (that’s what purses were called back then) that I got in about 1952.
We lived in California; my Aunt Ruth lived in Michigan. She always sent presents. Cool presents. This particular year she sent a wrapped-hard-something that had broken through the paper on one corner. It was green! It was hard! It sat with the other presents upon the piano, supposedly out of reach (hahahaha). I could NOT leave it alone; I was only nine. That already-half-opened gift was the first one I torn into when opening time finally arrived. I was not disappointed; I was in heaven; it was beautiful.
What favorite or special memories do you have of a Christmas gift? Have you written it in your journal? Told it to your grandkids?
My sister and I were about eight and six year old in the mid-1940s when we received the precious gift of a blackboard with chalk from our great aunt and uncle! Throughout our lives we agreed that it was the best Christmas present ever! It provided two little farm girls much enjoyment for many years. Our parents provided plenty of love but had little to spend at Christmas. We were so fortunate.
(It hasn’t been written but have shared with family and always had a blackboard for our grandsons. Now a friend has it for her grandchildren.)
I too had an aunt who knew how to pick wonderful gifts for a girl (she only had sons). There was that fingernail polish set she sent one year and that pick lucite clock that was about the coolest thing I had ever seen back in the 50’s. Wish I had that clock today.