Christmas Past

village-in-the-snow-It was December 1990, I remember it like it was yesterday. Our family was growing up fast–Hannah was 16, Joe David 14, Hope 12 and Holly Ten. Almost from the day we moved to Danville in 1979, there was mysterious Santa who would fill our car full of gifts while we were in church. Our mystery Santa was faithful all through our kids childhood years and he was very generous. He never got Big Mama the right size but the rest of us got a perfect fit. In 1990 everything changed and it has never been the same since. We were use to getting a small Christmas bonus but being the horrible steward that I am, it was always too little too late and we had to use it to survive the holidays. In 1990 we were overjoyed, overwhelmed but certainly not overlooked. One of the deacons came to me and he said, “Your going to get some money today and I want you to take it. He said, “It is guilt money but you take it and you use if for your family. I do not want you giving this money away.” I consented to abide by his wishes thinking it would be a $50 bill as one of our deacons always gave us for Christmas but when I got the envelope, it had $300 inside; a lot of money to us. It would be like $3,000 today. This had never happened in the 11 years that we had been at Danville. Before the day was over [Sunday before Christmas], people had given me over $700. We did not know how to act! To top it off Craig and Cindy gave us a $40 gift certificate to Quincy’s and that was when they had the yeast rolls. My kids had never ordered left to right, we always ordered according to the price but that day I allowed them to get what ever they wanted. Joe David got a T-bone steak, probably the first ever. We had a ball. It may have been the best Christmas ever. It was back in the day when we loaded up and went to June’s Mother on Christmas Eve and then to Mother and Daddy’s that night. Those were the good old days. People are very good to us these days but I would be embarrassed to talk about these days. I comfortable now to talk about the old days.

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