Thursday, December 2, 2010

You better not pout, I'm telling you why!

What is your earliest memory of Christmas time?

I have lots of faux-memories thanks to watching many, many hours of home videos.

But, one of earliest real memories was when we lived at 1901. Mama slept in my room with me and Baby Haley Beth, while Daddy and Z slept in his room on Christmas Eve.

I woke up early and went out to the family room, (apparently our tradition of waiting for the fam wasn't ingrained yet). I scanned the room of Santa's deliveries and went back to my room to pout to Mama. I thought that Z and Daddy were camping out to watch for Santa, but really Santa had brought Z a pop tent.

I made the Nice list-- and got a pink Fisher Price vanity. I sure do hope that's still in the basement somewhere. Then again, Mama might have sold it with Z's first bike in a garage sale.

That hurts, doesn't it Mama?

Merry Christmas to all, and all my love!


  1. ...but even when you pouted you were cute! Or should I were "just FINE'!! What a funny story! I can just see your little sweet, but indigant, face!

  2. Sissy,
    I remember that Christmas well...I remember the vanity and the tent. I think we better go check on the "vanity in the basement". I'm in enough trouble over the little bike.
    But what I most remember is sleeping in those rooms and yelling back and forth to the boys "The girls are the best!" Well there might have been some lisped words in there somewhere, right?