As Christmas draws nigh, I am reminded
of certain practices my family had. For
one thing, we got one essential gift of
new undies and one fun gift, and that was
all. The fun gift for me was a new doll.
I was expected to give my old doll away.
If my old doll wasn't kept as nice as the
new doll, then I had to give away the new
doll and keep the old. I really don't recall
ever having to give away my new doll,
but I knew the score.
I remember visiting a little girl to whom
I had gifted my old doll. The doll was
filthy, hairless and had been written on
with an ink pen. Being all of 5 or 6, I
was beyond stunned. I took the doll in
my arms and simply sobbed. The family
just looked at me, not understanding
what was going on with me.
It occurs to me, for all my trying to grow,
that we tend to be who we are from birth.
I haven't changed a great deal over the
years. I still like to take great care with
my treasures . . . as most adults do. I still
enjoy giving and sharing my treasures.
And, I imagine I'd be rather amazed if the
other person didn't love my treasures as
much as I did.
Aren't we all just the funniest creatures
E V E R !!!
just remembering
trees presents decor galore
feel a bit somber
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