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I grew up pretty easy during the 70's

in a quiet, medium sized town of about 35,000

we got as kids pretty much what we wanted

which back then never seemed like all to much

to us

I laugh at that ridiculous notion though today

Christmas was always a hoot for us

I swallowed the whole Santa and his Elves bit

clear down to the last reindeer

Rudolf

my brother, on the other hand

caught on long before me and then there after
only pretended to believe

where as Cindy my next to oldest sister was

so quick to defend Santa's hoggish habits of

gobbling down our happily offered milk and cookies

which we so gigglingly loved

a proud supporter of the tradition was she

also chief in charge of decorating our family

Christmas tree

where as my oldest sister Wendy
all that traditional stuff

she was far too above

I can not recall any particular Christmas in

question

not that they each were not so special

they just tend to run together and become one

overall collective memory

which is better than remembering nothing at all

though, I suppose

I still can recall the sleds, the wagons,

the roller skates, hoola hoops and pogo sticks

along with play dough and dolls I received

of course all the childhood photographs with most

Christmases captured

aid in the general reminiscing

future Christmases will likely be better preserved

with video cameras and such around to record the

occasion and not just still colored photographs

to keep and collect

but Christmas will will always remain the same in

at least one aspect

its a special day set aside to celebrate the birth

of our Lord forever

So, Happy One Thousand nine hundred and ninety fourth

Birthday Jesus

may your day always be Merry................

(Dec. 27, 1994)