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Thursday, December 15, 2011

More on Christmas Past

Now the night for the program at church was only one day away. Mama was baking in the kitchen. Christmas music came from the radio; little boys and girls were singing Joy to the World. Charlotte pulled a chair up to the radio table, climbed up and turned the radio around to one side so she could look into the back.
"Mama! Charlotte's playing with the radio!" called Wanda. "She's about to pull it off the table!"
Mama hurried from the kitchen, wiping flour on her apron. "What are you doing?" she asked Charlotte.
"I'm trying to see the boys and girls in the radio. Do you hear them?" She leaned close to the radio and tried to look inside. Mama laughed and said they would have to be very tiny to fit in there.
The next day passed slowly for Charlotte. She snooped around under the Christmas tree that she and Wanda had decorated. It was an ordinary cedar tree, taken from a fence row, a little flat on one side, but when scooted up against the wall, it looked fine. They didn't have much to put on the tree: a few old colored glass balls, a wrinkled tinsel garland, and icicles saved from years gone by. Mama had put a piece of cotton quilt batting around the base of the tree to look like it was standing in snow. Several times during the day Wanda threatened Charlotte by reminding her of the switches the boy had told Santa to bring.
Mama fixed an early supper and they all dressed warmly before walking to the church for the program. Charlotte wore her best pair of corduroy pants to keep her warm.
She had never seen such a tall Christmas tree! It actually touched the ceiling and was covered from top to bottom with beautiful glass balls, popcorn garland, and paper chains. Every branch had new, glistening icicles, and underneath the tree were packages wrapped in pretty tissue papers and tied with crinkled ribbons....

Do you remember the anticipation you felt as a child while waiting for Christmas? Did you snoop and peek?


  1. No, I never did peek at presents. I don't read the end of a book first. And I always waited til the baby was born to find out if it was a boy or girl. I like the anticipation and the surprise.

    Thanks for your comment on my Truman paperdolls That was a fun post to do.

  2. Your Christmas tree sounds just like the ones from my childhood, Charlotte! A cedar tree that my brother-in-law cut, an old tinsel garland, a few glass ornaments and those pesky little icicles. Looking back, I know it was a lot of trouble for my Mom, and she probably only did it for me.....

  3. No, I never did peek..........I loved being surprised! Just want to wish you a Merry Christmas. blessings,Kathleen

  4. These stories remind me so much of the Little House stories Charlotte. I was a little girl filled with a huge imagination, and Christmas was just magical to me. I never did peek. I think I just didn't want to ruin the surprise!

  5. Oh, yes and the anticipation of a Christmas pageant. Have a wonderful Christmas.

  6. So many memories. I can remember thinking that Christmas would never come, I just couldn't wait. Our Christmas program at Church is tomorrow night. I always enjoy it so much.

  7. This is a sweetly told story. Yes, I do remember the anticipation I felt as a child. I thought I'd go mad before the day arrived. I also remember feeling rather blue later in the day. All the excitement. And now, such quiet. When I played Santa for my girls I went to such lengths to please them. I remember those years with great fondness, probably more fondly than I remember my own childhood Christmases. Thanks for prompting me with your post!

  8. Oh, I ALWAYS tried to sneak! A few times I got a good scolding or even a spanking for being too nosy! *hehe*