The most thrilling Christmas gift I ever got was a red wooden rocking horse, named Rocky. I was so excited Christmas Eve I woke up half a dozen times asking if it was time to get up yet. Finally, about four o’clock, Mother and Daddy gave up the battle. We had to stay in our rooms for eons till Mother got coffee made. When she and Daddy were finally settled in the living room, they let us come in to see what Santa had brought. The tree, lights shimmering beneath the angel hair was breathtaking. Off to one side sat my red rocking horse! It was really bouncing horse on springs. I must have bounced ten-thousand miles on Rocky, the frame jumping off the floor till Mother couldn’t stand the racket and slowed me down.
Santa also brought me some other gifts. I was delighted to see the biggest box of all was for me unfortunately containing a tea set. I was initially disgusted, but later found the plates and cups very useful in my construction projects, excellent for scooping mud and sand for road building. The tea pot came in handy for irrigation. Despite my insistence that I didn’t want one, Santa just couldn’t get it through his head that I really, really hated baby dolls. This year’s model was a hard plastic life-size doll with molded hair. I hated it on sight. The icing on the cake was opening my grandma’s gift and finding her twin. There’s nothing better than two of something you hate! I was worldly enough by this time not to announce to the world that I hated dolls as I opened them, so I am here to tell the tale
Billy got the obligatory cap pistols, holster, and hat. I tried to work up a trade for my twin babies, pointing out we could hang them, then have fine funerals. I almost had him convinced till Daddy heard me trying to get his boy to swap guns for baby dolls and …………..well, it didn’t happen. Phyllis got a fine pogo stick, which worked just great till she wore out the stopper on the end. After that, she hopped around punching holes in the yard till she hit a soft spot and buried up. That could be fun, too.
It was a fine Christmas. Thanks Santa, Mother, and Daddy. Oh yes, except for that stupid tea set and baby doll. I told you I didn’t want one!
One day, one fine day, I will sit across a table from you and laugh with tears running down my face just listening to you. And thoroughly enjoy being in your presence.
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That’s a plan
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That story sounds familiar. Did you post it once before?
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Yes. Changed it a bit for this Christmas.
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Ha… proud of myself for remembering 😁
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I appreciate that.
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😊😊😘
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Scooping mud and sand with your tea set…perfect ! ☺
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Not at all what Mother envisioned. She kept trying to make a silk purse out of this sow’s ear.
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☺
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I always wanted one of those spring-action horses, but never got one. My little brother did get one when he was 3 or so, but by that time I was too big to ride it. And I never got that pony I wanted, either. Bummer.
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They always loved him best!
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Nah, they just had a little more money by the time he came along. Having raised my own 3 girls, I now understand.
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Isn’t it interesting how there is an attempt to,program us into roles regardless of our obvious capabilities and desires as children …
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My mother always yearned for dolls, so she couldn’t imagine that I didn’t. I wish she could have had the ones that were wasted on me. She tried hard.
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I didn’t mind dolls but hated clothes, mostly because they never fitted me. The rocking horse and the pogo stick sound fabulous!
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They were. I never wanted clothes either, but needed them. About every two or three years, I’d get a coat because I just had.to have one. They were short of money, so it doubled as Christmas gift.
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