Light the corners of my mind,
Misty Water colored memories.
As I watched "Santa Clause" last night, I had a flood of memories. I wonder why you do that as you age. I guess the memories are so sweet they must explode in your vision.
I grew up in a very small town and Christmas was such a treat for country kids. AT that time the population was probably less than a thousand.
We did not go to town often and then it was for necessities.
Misty Water colored memories.
As I watched "Santa Clause" last night, I had a flood of memories. I wonder why you do that as you age. I guess the memories are so sweet they must explode in your vision.
I grew up in a very small town and Christmas was such a treat for country kids. AT that time the population was probably less than a thousand.
We did not go to town often and then it was for necessities.
Every year at this time we drove into town, stood on the Court House Square and waited impatiently for Santa to Arrive.
At Christmas everything changed. Bells were ringing, Children were singing, (OH yes that is me singing). Every Christmas song I could think of.
When Santa was due to arrive, we all gathered on the square. Santa always arrived on a fire truck. I can still hear my parents say, "Look Look here he comes" (as all little eyes turned to the blip of a siren).
We would stand in line for our bag of candy, nuts apple and orange. They were loving placed in brown bags by elves and those little elves never knew the joy that one act was bringing to my heart.
The entire town joined in on songs, (if they wanted).
One Year my Mom decided we should be on the big truck and sing for the crowd. I made all the arrangements.
I think we bombed. LOL
I never think what I do is quite right. It always needs perfecting.
To begin with, when I stepped on the semi trailer, I jumped and hit the MC in the mouth with my head. I am sure he had a fat lip.
My debut was ruined.
My Mom bought us matching outfits. Rosie, Jeanette and myself.
The outfits were Light Gray Chanel jackets with a pleated skirt and hats. We were so cute. I would love to see a photo of that time, but alas we had no cameras.
So as I watched "Santa Clause" I saw the parents pointing and talking to the children. I knew what they were saying, (although it was background scenes).
Look Look Here he comes.!
There's Santa!!
At Christmas everything changed. Bells were ringing, Children were singing, (OH yes that is me singing). Every Christmas song I could think of.
When Santa was due to arrive, we all gathered on the square. Santa always arrived on a fire truck. I can still hear my parents say, "Look Look here he comes" (as all little eyes turned to the blip of a siren).
We would stand in line for our bag of candy, nuts apple and orange. They were loving placed in brown bags by elves and those little elves never knew the joy that one act was bringing to my heart.
The entire town joined in on songs, (if they wanted).
One Year my Mom decided we should be on the big truck and sing for the crowd. I made all the arrangements.
I think we bombed. LOL
I never think what I do is quite right. It always needs perfecting.
To begin with, when I stepped on the semi trailer, I jumped and hit the MC in the mouth with my head. I am sure he had a fat lip.
My debut was ruined.
My Mom bought us matching outfits. Rosie, Jeanette and myself.
The outfits were Light Gray Chanel jackets with a pleated skirt and hats. We were so cute. I would love to see a photo of that time, but alas we had no cameras.
So as I watched "Santa Clause" I saw the parents pointing and talking to the children. I knew what they were saying, (although it was background scenes).
Look Look Here he comes.!
There's Santa!!
1 comment:
Hi Sue,
What a sweet memory of Santa arriving on the Court House Square. I enjoyed it. Yes, as we get older and older, the memories come back in droves, of happy times in our youth.
Been reading all the way down on this page. I have had the laryngitis, and am still recuperatting from what the doctor says is a sinus infection. Coughing, sneezing, wheezing, nose blowing-the whole works. Oh, woe! But I am getting better with the help of antibiotics. Today I actually went Christmas shopping a bit.
Anyway, I enjoyed your posts. Have a lovely Sunday.
Renie
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