My
mother was the best Santa ever. She did not dress in red or jingle any bells.
She did not call any attention to herself. Quietly, secretly, she made sure my
brothers and I found our most wanted Christmas gifts beneath our tree on Christmas
morning. Our mom put away money all year for this shopping. She drove from one
store to another to find the toy or clothes or radio or watch we wanted. She
hid her finds in her bedroom, tossing a blanket over things till she had time
to wrap them.
My Mom & our daughter, 1984 |
One
year I wanted a gold cameo ring more than anything else. I thought it was
beautiful. On Christmas Eve my mother & I took a quick trip to Hudson [the ‘big’
city near us] for a couple last minute errands. On the way home in the car my
mother told me that I would not be getting the ring. She had sent away for it but it had not arrived and now that it was Christmas Eve deliveries were
finished till after the holiday. She had been watching for it every day but now
it looked like it was not going to arrive in time to go under the tree. I was
deeply disappointed but said it did not matter. I just thanked her for the ring
and all her efforts to get it on time. I knew she felt terrible that she could
not do this for me. We arrived at home and carried our packages up to our door.
There, sitting on our front porch, was the box with the ring! I still have that
ring and remember my mom whenever I wear it.
Read my 2011 Advent Calendar of Memories post: Santa
Aw I love a happy ending. Your mom was the best. I bet she was even happier than you were to see that box on the porch.
ReplyDeleteWendy, you are right! Moms are just like that.
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