Hey Y’all: One more week to Christmas. Holey Moley.
Last night I was telling Steve about a tradition my Dad did when we were kids. At Christmas he would go out and buy my brother and I a gift just from him. He would give us hints throughout the month of December and I would try and guess what it was.
One year he gave me a picture frame to put my boyfriend’s picture in ( I still have it) and another year he gave me a stuffed animal. It was never a big gift but it was always my favorite gift to open and I always saved it as the last one.
This is the actual frame. Thought I still had the BF picture in it, but nope!
When I was 16 I wanted a car, like every other kid. I was hoping, but not really expecting his special gift to me would be a car.
The hints he gave me that year about his gift was it was brown, almost everyone has one and if I took car of it it could last me a life time.
This was eventually my first car.
That’s a car, right?
When I excitedly opened the gift that Christmas morning I opened the box.
It was a Bible!
I remember thinking to myself to smile and say thank you but I had no clue why he had given this to me as his special gift. I didn’t want a Bible.
But he said to me ” You are getting to the age where you will be making difficult choices and this has helped me throughout my lifetime. I know you may not use it now but peruse through it and someday I hope it will be a comfort to you when you need it”.
Now my selfish 16 year old self was like ” yeah, great gift, Dad” but my 46 year old self still remembers that gift like it was yesterday.
The last time my Dad gave me “his” gift was the Christmas before I got married. He gave me the Bride’s book of Etiquette. I doubted this was his idea but my Mom swore it was.
Dad has a hard time remembering now that it even is Christmas, never mind that he used to get us gifts.
But the memory of that tradition will always stay with me.