Once Upon a Christmas 1954 - Part 2 - a Short Story From My Memoir
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THIS IS A TRUE STORY ABOUT THE WAY CHRISTMAS USED TO BE WHEN I WAS A KID.
Finally – it was Christmas Eve and we put the presents under the tree and hung our stockings at the foot of the bed. In a few hours, those stockings would be filled with barley toys, ribbon candy and chocolates. I could hardly wait! As mom tucked us into bed, I looked out the window and saw it was snowing again. It snowed all through the night as I lay in my cozy bed dreaming of that glorious bicycle again.
Christmas morning we awoke to the sound of the radio which was now home for Christmas after a long stay at the pawn shop as ‘Joy to the World’ rang over her airwaves.
We dashed to the living room where mom and dad stood beside two bicycles with gleaming chrome and multi-coloured streamers; not the ones from the store window, but the most beautiful bicycles I have ever seen, a red one for me and a blue one for my brother.
There I stood, my heart overflowing with joy and love as I remembered my mother’s blood stained hands and my father’s blue and red stained hands - these hands of love that changed two second-hand bicycles into the greatest gift I have ever known and taught me the true meaning of the spirit of Christmas.
The End
May the magic of that Christmas from years gone by, find you and fill your heart with joy.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2017
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