The earliest Christmas memory I have is that of always being allowed to open a gift on Christmas Eve. It was usually pajamas and a coloring book. Mom wanted to make sure we looked decent for pictures in the morning. There are bits and pieces of Christmases floating in my head, a coloring book, the Fisher-Price garage, Dad always being so sad about not being able to do more for us. I don't remember being disappointed with my gifts. We were given needed things like underwear and a toothbrush, but I remember we each were given one special toy. It was always difficult for me to sleep. My little sister and brother were awake with me, waiting to be told that my parents were ready to get up.
Ah yes, on Christmas Eve Dad would take us for a ride to see the Christmas lights. Mom and Linda, my oldest sister, would stay home to help Santa bring in the Christmas Tree. When we returned home we would have a decorated tree and gifts waiting. Santa had come while we were away. However, he didn't leave our one special gift each. He would return to put that under the tree once we were all asleep. Christmas had begun. All five of us, Linda was too old, would crawl in the same big bed laying sideways and attempt to sleep. I recall being told it was 'not time yet' several times before being allowed to gather and open gifts.
To be continued...
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