A Christmas Story

When I was 7 years of age my family was really poor. My mother worked 3 jobs and we really never saw her. It was one of those rare Winters in Seattle where it was snowing all most every day.

On Christmas Eve my mother told all 5 of us kids that we we not going to receive Christmas presents this year because she had to pay all of the bills and there was nothing left. We totally understood, but being children we were a little disappointed, but we didn't let our mother know because we knew how hard she worked to put food on the table and a roof over or heads. Even I at the age of 7 years old understood this, so we all went to bed around 7:00 pm.

The next morning around 6:00 AM our mother woke us up. This was unusual because she never woke us up because she was already gone about time we came out of our sleep cycle, but this morning it was different.  The 1st thing that hit my nose after I washed my face was the delicous scent of eggnog and pancakes in the air. We all came down stairs and there, in the middle of the living room was a fully decorated Christmas tree, and underneath it was a mound; and I mean mound of presents. We were all struck dumb right there.

Our mother said "Merry Christmas" to us and made us go to the kitchen where she stuffed us full of pancakes, eggs, sausages, and biscuits! It was the best breakfast I have ever had when I was young, and after that we followed her into the living room where we sat and opened presents. She must have gone all out because we all recieved 8 presents each and they were such wonderful presents!!! But the story doesn't end there.

She told me to go down the basement to get some wood for the fireplace, and she wanted the rest of the kids to go down and help me carry the wood up the stairs. When we got down there sitting in the middle of the basement were five, shiny, brand new bicycles! I almost passed out. We all were speechless.

My mother came down the stairs and she found all of us just standing there saying nothing, and then she utter the words we never heard from her before and after that day...she said "Merry Christmas, I love all of you"

Now and then I think back to that event, and I must confess I get a bit teary-eyed when I remember it.  It was the only time we behaved like a normal family, and it was the only time in my life where my mother demonstrated kindness, and love towards me.
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7 Responses Jul 11, 2010

What a wonderful and uplifting story; almost like one of the stories that you would find in a chicken soup series. It was so nice to read. Thank you for sharing it.

What a wonderful and uplifting story; almost like one of the stories that you would find in a chicken soup series. It was so nice to read. Thank you for sharing it.

That was a fantastic story; thanks for sharing it. You've got me "a bit teary-eyed". Well told.

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I'm happy it all worked out to be a wonderful memory for you. Your story did leave me with some questions though.

I love this story. It almost made me cry.

Wow. This story got me all misty eyed for some reason. Thanks for sharing this.