Barney
12-21-2009, 03:37 AM
Hi all - This was another article I came across in the Peace Magazine and I thought given the season, it was a good one to share.
A Christmas Memory by Adrian Paul
Christmas was a time when I was a kid, that I used to love to get lots of presents. But I guess, who doesn't?
I believed in Father Christmas until I was about eight or nine years old. That was when some of my schoolmates started laughing at me, telling me that Father Christmas didn't really exist. I remember going home to my mother and she had to impart the bad news that yes, in fact, he was a figment of most people's imagination. I was crushed, but that didn't mean that I was going to let it spoil the fun of getting presents.
I always thought that it would be great to have a white Christmas. It was always a fact that it never snowed on Christmas. It always snowed three weeks afterwards or two weeks before, but Chirstmas day was always, always gray, never white like we all imagine it to be. "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas", well so was I. Christmas when I was 5 or 6 was particularly eventful. As was the routine, on Christmas eve I was sent to bed early, a ritual that my parents would go through so that they could hide the presents, then lock the door afterwards, knowing that I would probably get up about five or six in the morning to try to sneak down to see what Father Christmas brought me.
After my parents had gone, I looked out the window and I remember thinking, "Its not going to be a white Christmas again". The next morning I woke up and I remember thinking it must be very late because it's so bright. But my little alarm said it was five or six in the morning. I didn't realize why it was so bright out until I looked outside. Everything was covered in white, white snow. Well, I was so excited, I didn't know whether I should play in the snow or go and open the presents. The presents won. All I had to do now was go downstairs and see what Father Christmas had brought me. Running into my mother's and father's room, I jumped onto their bed, waking them up, poking my father in the eye with my finger, which he didn't appreciate, of course. So they decided to torture me by making me wait for my Christmas presents. But this time I only had to wait two or three hours, that was until we finished breakfast, washed up, and were ready to go into the dining room again. But when I got in there, I found to my delight what I'd wanted Father Christmas to bring me, my own cowboy suit. I'd grown up watching the black and white Westerns with Kirk Douglas and John Wayne and I had wanted to emulate the big cowboys from the Wild West. As a kid, I'd always wanted an adam's apple and a cleft in my chin. Well, I got the adam's apple, but not the cleft in my chin. Anyway, this Christmas I'd gotten my own cowboy suit. Christmas came and went, but I still kept my cowboy suit on. I wore it everywhere. I wore it when I went to bed at night. I wore it to breakfast. I wore it to go outing. Everywhere I went the cowboy suit came with me.
One day the milkman came to the door to deliver the milk. Normally I would run to greet him, but this particular day my mother answered the door. "Good morning, how are you?, she said. "How was Christmas?" "Oh it was a lovely time, thank you - blah, blah, blah". When he realized I hadn't come to the door to greet him, he turned around and said, "Where's Adrian?" She said, "Oh I'm not sure, he's here somewhere wearing his cowboy suit". All of a sudden he turned to look and there I was at the top of the stairs, and yes, I was wearing my cowboy suit, but I'd made a couple of additions. As I mentioned, the suit had gone through a little wear and tear and I thought it was time for me to adapt it a little. I needed it to have a little bit more flair. So I decided to use these little white things I had found that my mother kept in a box in the bathroom. They fit perfectly over my hands and so I decided to loop them through and let them hang down from either side of my arms, something like tassles on each arm. I had several of them just hanging there. My mother wasn't too pleased when she realized what they were...her tampons!:eek: I had decided to make my cowboy suit look like the one Roy Rogers used to wear. The only thing I succeeded in doing was giving the milkman a good hearty laugh and turning my mother a deep shade of red!:D
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Merry Christmas everyone. I hope this brings back fond memories of your Christmases as a child. I know it did for me.:)
A Christmas Memory by Adrian Paul
Christmas was a time when I was a kid, that I used to love to get lots of presents. But I guess, who doesn't?
I believed in Father Christmas until I was about eight or nine years old. That was when some of my schoolmates started laughing at me, telling me that Father Christmas didn't really exist. I remember going home to my mother and she had to impart the bad news that yes, in fact, he was a figment of most people's imagination. I was crushed, but that didn't mean that I was going to let it spoil the fun of getting presents.
I always thought that it would be great to have a white Christmas. It was always a fact that it never snowed on Christmas. It always snowed three weeks afterwards or two weeks before, but Chirstmas day was always, always gray, never white like we all imagine it to be. "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas", well so was I. Christmas when I was 5 or 6 was particularly eventful. As was the routine, on Christmas eve I was sent to bed early, a ritual that my parents would go through so that they could hide the presents, then lock the door afterwards, knowing that I would probably get up about five or six in the morning to try to sneak down to see what Father Christmas brought me.
After my parents had gone, I looked out the window and I remember thinking, "Its not going to be a white Christmas again". The next morning I woke up and I remember thinking it must be very late because it's so bright. But my little alarm said it was five or six in the morning. I didn't realize why it was so bright out until I looked outside. Everything was covered in white, white snow. Well, I was so excited, I didn't know whether I should play in the snow or go and open the presents. The presents won. All I had to do now was go downstairs and see what Father Christmas had brought me. Running into my mother's and father's room, I jumped onto their bed, waking them up, poking my father in the eye with my finger, which he didn't appreciate, of course. So they decided to torture me by making me wait for my Christmas presents. But this time I only had to wait two or three hours, that was until we finished breakfast, washed up, and were ready to go into the dining room again. But when I got in there, I found to my delight what I'd wanted Father Christmas to bring me, my own cowboy suit. I'd grown up watching the black and white Westerns with Kirk Douglas and John Wayne and I had wanted to emulate the big cowboys from the Wild West. As a kid, I'd always wanted an adam's apple and a cleft in my chin. Well, I got the adam's apple, but not the cleft in my chin. Anyway, this Christmas I'd gotten my own cowboy suit. Christmas came and went, but I still kept my cowboy suit on. I wore it everywhere. I wore it when I went to bed at night. I wore it to breakfast. I wore it to go outing. Everywhere I went the cowboy suit came with me.
One day the milkman came to the door to deliver the milk. Normally I would run to greet him, but this particular day my mother answered the door. "Good morning, how are you?, she said. "How was Christmas?" "Oh it was a lovely time, thank you - blah, blah, blah". When he realized I hadn't come to the door to greet him, he turned around and said, "Where's Adrian?" She said, "Oh I'm not sure, he's here somewhere wearing his cowboy suit". All of a sudden he turned to look and there I was at the top of the stairs, and yes, I was wearing my cowboy suit, but I'd made a couple of additions. As I mentioned, the suit had gone through a little wear and tear and I thought it was time for me to adapt it a little. I needed it to have a little bit more flair. So I decided to use these little white things I had found that my mother kept in a box in the bathroom. They fit perfectly over my hands and so I decided to loop them through and let them hang down from either side of my arms, something like tassles on each arm. I had several of them just hanging there. My mother wasn't too pleased when she realized what they were...her tampons!:eek: I had decided to make my cowboy suit look like the one Roy Rogers used to wear. The only thing I succeeded in doing was giving the milkman a good hearty laugh and turning my mother a deep shade of red!:D
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Merry Christmas everyone. I hope this brings back fond memories of your Christmases as a child. I know it did for me.:)