A Christmas Past

It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift. Oh, there were always more gifts under the tree, ones from our grandparents and of course mom and dad. But that one, the one you wished for was never knitted socks or mitts or anything you wear, it was something special like a toy or game. This one year the gift of all gifts came to me. We always visited relatives and good friends and I remember taking it with me. I see it in my hands as I sat with my very own transistor radio in the quiet corner listening to the Boston Bruins playing hockey with my hero number 4, Bobby Orr. I had a ten year old girly crush on him and I was in heaven that night every time the announcer said his name. Many Christmases have come and gone since then, but the memories of that radio with an antenna and two turning knobs I will never forget. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 11.30.2014 Contest: Hush of Christmas Past 1st