I didn’t know how to ride a 2 wheel bike. Eventually, she gave me a ride on her new bicycle. All of us watched from the window and laughed. She trotted down the flight of stairs with her new bicycle and went outside. When she grabbed her bicycle and was ready to go my mother told her she couldn’t go outside. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to ride. I waited in the living room with my Shirley Temple doll. We all gathered around it as we oohed and aahed.Įxcited and ready to get her new bicycle outside, my sister ran into her room to get dressed. She had a huge smile on her face while slight giggles emitted as she spoke. When my sister saw it she squealed and jumped all around the living room. It had a giant white bow and my older sisters’ name on it. Well, he did fulfill my wishes.īut there in the middle of the living room, next to a brightly lit tree, was this blue and white shiny bicycle. As I think back to that day, my grandmother had taken us to have lunch while my mother did some errands. My family had gone into the city to see Santa and all of the wonderful New York decorations. The second gift was the exact beret Shirley Temple wore when I’d seen her at the Macy’s store on 5th Avenue. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a crisp white blouse and a beret atop those ringlets of curls. She had the prettiest smile and blonde curls. I was thrilled when I opened my first gift and it was the special Shirley Temple doll I had asked for. Even though, I had 2 gifts this year there had always been just one. On this particular Christmas morning, I questioned whether or not I’d asked for the right gifts. My little sister was 5, then, and she believed in Santa. I didn’t want to believe my parents would commit a sin on purpose. Besides, we were taught every day in Catholic school that lying was a sin. I know what most of you are thinking, ‘Why did she believe in Santa Claus at age 9?’ Isn’t that a little old to believe in things that don’t exist?īut, I always believed everything my parents said to me even if classmates said there wasn’t a Santa Claus. On Christmas morning, those were the words that rattled inside my mind when I saw this very shiny bicycle near our Christmas tree when I was 9 years old. (my family called me this name when I was growing up) If you’re reading it for the first time, I hope it brings memories of your past Chrismas’. I hope you enjoy it again … it’s a repost. It’s a tale of the innocence of childhood.
Christmas fills our minds with memories we hold dear.
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