(looking out the windows at work before opening...)
By now, I'm sure you all know that I work at a kid's shop.
We're a little boutique that sells toys, clothes, and books-you know the type-pretty handmade dresses and stripey tights, brightly colored wooden toys and vintage titles that will make you remember reading in the 1st grade....
Anyway, all of these shoppers-some under control some not-have made me start wondering (again) how my parents did it. They raised eight daughters and one son and while we weren't spoiled by any means we always had what we needed and some of what we wanted.
Christmas in our house-was a big deal. Compared to what kid's get now-it probably would seem like chump change, but I'll tell you what-when we put a few presents for each kid under the tree made it seem like we had enough presents for the whole city!
I was a curious little kid. I couldn't stand being surprised and always, ALWAYS tried to figure out what each and every present of mine was. I remember one year taking a present into my closet-unwrapping it and then re-wrapping it and putting it back under the tree, sad but true. I think I was seven years old...
Another time, my closest sisters and I knew that my Mother was hiding a giant box of gifts in her room. We got the box out, threw it on her bed and went through it all. When she was back from whatever errand she was on, she immediately knew what we had done. She could tell by the outline the box had left on her duvet...needless to say she wasn't happy....
But Christmas Eve was the night, the big night. We would each be allowed to open one present after we acted out "the Christmas story". Not this "Christmas Story" but this one. It was always funny, because there are a lot of men-three wise men, shepherds, Joseph and well-we are a big bunch of girls. There are many a photo of my sisters and I with bathrobes, paper crowns and eyeliner mustaches on Christmas eve. Okay, here is one for you:
Anyway...
guess I'm trying to pump myself up before I have go trudging through the snow and over to work.
Thank you Mom, thank you Dad-I don't know how you did it! I wish I could be home with all of my family-but I can't. I love you all and miss you!
And to all you readers-thank you so much for the comments and emails-you warm my heart!
I'll post again before Christmas-but hey -why not- Merry Christmas and happy almost Hanukkah!





