It was the eighth Christmas of my life. I won't tell you how long ago that was! The only item on my wish list was for a red wagon. We lived comfortably, but I knew I didn't get everything I asked for. I was an only child' but not a spoiled one as people often assume about us are lies.
We always got up at 5 a.m. on Christmas morning to open presents at our house before packing the car and driving an hour north to visit both sets of my grandparents. I was sleepy-eyed but wide-awake enough to notice that there didn't appear to be a red wagon under our tree. I opened some lovely gifts' but no wagon was to be found. So we loaded up the car with presents, my dog Pudgie, my parakeet Pepper, Mother, Daddy and me and off we went.
I was sure that I would get the red wagon at Mama and Granddaddy's but I didn't. I continued to smile while worrying inside that Santa Claus had forgotten my request. We then moved on to Nanny and and Papa's house where I was amazed and excited that indeed he had remembered me as there was the red wagon under their tree.
Unfortunately, I don't know where that red wagon is now (perhaps in Mother's attic?), but I can tell you it got a lot of use. When I was little, I hauled things in it, including my dog. When I was older, we had moved to a street that dead ended in a circle. We lived at the top of the hill. I can't tell you how many times my friends and I, now teenagers, rode that wagon down the hill'screaming the whole way!
So' think about gifts for your children that will bring delight, cause involvement with others and not be just mindless technology that isolates them. Don't go as much for the 'flash' as for the true, old-fashioned fun gifts can bring. Wishing you joy-filled holidays!
Copyright 2008. Sharon Scott. No reproduction without written permission from author.
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