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| 1952 Do you recall when - and how - you learned Old Saint Nick wasn't really real? For reasons known only to my parents, I was never raised to believe in Santa Claus. No. On Christmas Eve when we'd gather to unwrap presents, Mother and Daddy made sure I knew the coonskin cap came from Grandpa in Minnesota ... the brown paper package wrapped up in string from my aunt and uncle in Florida. Christmas morning. however, I'd discover my stocking full of trinkets left by 'Santa.' (Wink, wink!)  Beloved plastic stocking (hanging above my head). The little chair? It still occupies a spot beside the bed where I rest my cell phone. * * * So, I've been pondering ..... but can't recall ever being gobsmacked by a Christmas present. Except! Knowing 1980 was my parent's last Christmas on the hill, we drove to New Mexico. While I can't begin to tell you what gifts were exchanged, I'll never forget what I found tucked into the toe of my childhood stocking ... There, carefully wrapped in tin foil, I discovered a little bit of mother's sugar-cookie dough -- the same kind I used to filch so many years ago while she baked. Or tried to. LOL Have you been gobsmacked lately? I'd love to hear about it! Hugs, Myra PS -- Apologies, but I'm not leaving comments on your comments this week ... unless you've a question. 'Just feeling a little overwhelmed. Thanks for understanding! |
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
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What a cute picture of you...love it! I can't recall being gobsmacked lately.
ReplyDeleteI would say I was gobsmacked every Christmas from birth to 5th grade. My mother was a total Christmas freak. we never had presents under the tree. when we woke up on Christmas morning, all gifts that were not clothing were not wrapped. Santa brought them, they were sitting out and the room was full of that and presents. to make it look big, she wrapped every pair of socks, every hankershief, she wrapped candy bars, anything she could gather. we had very little money but what she could buy she expanded it by wrapping lots of packages... that is when we got needed items, she got towels and sheets, practical things, all wrapped. when i was 7 I found all the toys in the op of the bathroom closet. when I asked why they were there, she said Santa had to many stops to make and he dropped them with her to put out for him. I believed her.
ReplyDeleteI did the same thing with my kids but they only lasted to 5 years old believing santa, theyw were a lot smarter than i was, street smart. plus i was happy with 5 books, each one wrapped separte. they wanted bikes and expesnive things which I could not buy.
I love the crying you with Santa and your pants peeking out from under your dress. we always had on robes over our PJs to open gifts. then we made the beds, spread our LOOT out on our bed, walked next door to admire my cousins loot and she came and looked at mine. she is the one the cute baby on my post is her great grand child.
I don't think i have been gobsmacked since then though excpet at what idiots in this world do to each other
That photo is adorable and such a great keepsake. How fun to find the cookie dough in your stocking. What a wonderful memory to hold dear in your heart! No, it's been a long time since I was "gobsmacked". Love, hugs & prayers, Myra!!
ReplyDeleteI had a moment yesterday. I was "found" on Facebook by one of my childhood next door neighbors. I haven't seen Chrissy since (at latest) 1970. What a wonderful moment!
ReplyDeleteI was the tender age of six when a precocious classmate blatantly informed me that there was no Santa. Of course, I thought she was nuts! But when I got home and asked my mother, she thought she owed me the truth. Oh, how I cried and carried on! And believe it or not, this same nasty girl was the one who told me, and other girls at a sleepover, the facts of life when I was eleven. I don't remember asking Mom to verify that one! Lol!
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Myra!
I love the photos Myra and I love that you still have the little chair!
ReplyDeleteI was in 3rd grade when a mean girl I couldn't stand to begin with told me Santa wasn't real. When I told my mom about it she told me the truth and then to make it worse she only gave me clothes for Christmas ever year after that.
Every single one of my kids believed in Santa until they were in their early teens believe it or not. If they ever asked, I always said Santa is real until you stop believing in him. I never once admitted the real truth and still to this day have a gift from Santa under the tree for each of them, although Santa has switched to gift cards the last few years.
Can't say that I recall being gobsmacked lately.
I'm gobsmacked !!! Are you really telling me there is no Santa? Then who was that man who left our house hurriedly through the back door and into a fast car the other day? My wife said it was Santa checking if our chimney had been cleaned.
ReplyDeleteLoved you photos and memories of childhood. Wishing you all the best now and always.
God bless.
Adorable picture of you and Santa! What a sweet gift to receive in your stocking with the dough. Bet it brought back a flood of memories! I think I was 8 or 9 years old when I realized Santa was my mom :) We didn't do the Santa thing with our kids but would go and visit Santa yearly just to get a picture of them so we can see how much they grew from year to year. They were told not to "pop the bubble" and ruin their friends' believing in Santa. With the wee one, DIL wanted to have him believe in Santa and son didn't. I'm not sure how they compromised if at all but recently over their house there was a gingerbread house that son and the kids had made. I asked the wee one if he was going to eat some of it and he said "Santa is going to eat it and leave presents under the Christmas tree." Its all good :)
ReplyDeleteI can't remember the last time I was gobsmacked. Or if I have ever been LOL :)
betty
I have not clue how old I was. Such sweet photos. Overwhelmed....a word I can relate to. Take care and God Bless.
ReplyDeleteI can't remember how old I was, but my sister was 15 months older than I was and told me. With Kaitlin Santa filled the stockings and she wrote thank you notes for the presents from relatives. She learned to print THANK YOU before she went to school. That was a neat tradition.
ReplyDeleteI was such a gullible child that I fully believed in Santa - and would still believe in him today, if my parents hadn't told me he doesn't exist (when I was six).
ReplyDeleteI can't ever remember being gobsmacked. Not while I was sober, anyway.
I can FULLY understand your decision to take a break from replying to comments. It can often seem like a full-time job......
Oh I love this post, Myra! Those pictures are priceless!! I still believe in Santa...he works his magic and miracles every year at our house. My parents made sure we had lots of fun with Christmas. My Dad would throw rocks up on top of the roof after we went to bed and would ring sleigh bells, and my sister and I just knew that Santa and his reindeer had just landed! I still believe. Of course I knew then and know now the real meaning of Christmas and was certain to teach our children that truth from day one, but Santa still brings them presents here every year... I have to think about that "gobsmacked" thing...I love what your mother did for you. That is priceless. Do you still have it, or did you eat it? I love that little chair and I am SO happy you still have it. That is really precious. Thank you for sharing this today. Made me smile.
ReplyDeletewait, what....you mean to tell me Santa isn't real? (flabbergasted, grinning). You get underwear, missy! ((grinning and laughing)). Its ok, Myra, I haven't exactly been around myself this week, sigh.
ReplyDeleteSanta is the spirit of Christmas that lives in each one of us. It's the sprit of giving that lives in each one of us. I love your photos especially the one with Santa. I'm sorry you are feeling overwhelmed right now. Take a deep breath and try to remember the reason for the season.
ReplyDeleteThere must be a delay here somewhere. Some blogs get posted late. I always enjoy the pictures of you as a kid. I think your parents were very foresighted and thoughtful to snap them. Back then it wasn't like today. They had to be sent off to be developed and printed. SWEET. And oh how sweet a mama can be, huh? Cookie dough! priceless.
ReplyDeleteLove from a cool Florida BE safe and hugs to the big guy who knows a sax and airplanes.