Winter Memories -Hubpage Challenge .......Mine.
Four Days Before Christmas, 1968
I awoke to the sounds and smells of a winter morning , coffee percolating , soft quiet country music ,even the weather report and news on the radio , I lay there for a moment in bed , wrapping the skim blankets around myself and listening ........The muffled sounds of my mother and father talking about the work day ahead of them . I look at the old single pane wooden double hung window to gauge the temperature outside . Rising quickly , grabbing a handful of clothes and returning to the edge of the bed , I begin to quickly dress.
I hate school , I pretty much always have and yet ......at least it's warm there , I say out loud as the first spoken words of my day .
I look at the window again and realize , it's snowing hard out there and as I grab a sweater and pull it over my head and shoulders , I walk to the window where the frost lies a half an inch thick on the glass and the wood frame too . Placing my fore-finger into the ice , I watch as my finger melts its way to the clear glass surface below and begin to wonder , what's Christmas going to be like now , last night at the supper table my father had announced that he would probably get "laid off" from work this week .
After dinner last night , my mother had come to my room and said , as I was doing my homework at my drawing table ;
" Honey , if you have any money left in the bank from working this summer , I think it would be a big , big help to us all if you could buy your brothers a few things for Christmas presents , you know that with things the way they are right now , it would help me a lot "
Without saying much in return , I resigned myself to a quiet realization that she was right ! Thinking to myself , It won't always be this way . One thing I was beginning to know was that , it sure is hard being fifteen years old . And yet , I knew that I would do as she asked though , and I believed , even then , that she knew it too . I had sat quietly for awhile and pondered whether it was like this in my friends house's too ? And yet , I had been to their houses now hadn't now ?
No , I knew that it wasn't that way at all , in most homes that is , there weren't many homes where the father drank himself into a stupor almost every night of the week . Where there was almost always that looming dread that the electricity might be turned off for "non- payment " or that we might run out of heating oil again , or that one of any number of such negative hardships could arise ........After all , I had been to a couple of other of my friends homes by then , although now days , I tended to never go to their homes and especially to never even dream of bringing one to mine .
Two nights later though wrapping the last of the Christmas presents , my mothers the last one and signing on the sticky labels 'from Santa ',......I had carefully "budgeted " and bought , ! ...... I realized something profound . Just for a moment I felt a sense of personal elation , pretty good for a fifteen year old kid , I had removed and closed out the last of my savings book account , I had single handedly purchased most of the presents under the tree this year for my three younger brothers . And , that I will never , ever forget the look on my mothers face as she softly cried that next morning , Christmas morning , and said to me quietly , "Merry Christmas son , Thank you "
Maybe that's why now , there are a few simple things that I remember and love most about Christmas ......simple things or simple timeless echo's really , , the colored lights , the music ,and the sounds of small kids and the sound of bells ..............
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I actually can't believe the memories I'm having right now , Thank you for thee challenge Jackie Lynnley !!!