Christmas Farm Memories

Ellen By Ellen, 11th Dec 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This Christmas brings back many memories of Christmases out on the farm and how they bring a smile and even a laugh as I think about the things that happened.

Christmas Farm Memories

I remember sitting in the middle of dining room floor watching television with my parents and younger sister. I kept looking at the big stove sitting over to one side that my father was constantly messing with to make sure that it was working properly. It was close to Christmas time and I was pretty young and I asked my mother and father,
"How will Santa Claus get into our home to give us our presents? We always have the stove going and he will get burned,"
I was very concerned about Santa Claus safety since he had a long trip to do in one night. My parents were thinking very hard as to how answer my question which at that time and at my age was a very serious matter for such a little girl.
"My mother then replied in her wisdom of her years,
"We will make sure that Santa Claus comes through the kitchen door,"
It was then that my sister and I went to the kitchen door with our mother to make sure that Santa Claus get in without any problem. Sometimes the door would stick, but our mother assured us that Santa Claus would be able to open the door with his holiday magic.
I was still concerned about one more thing and that was making sure that Santa Claus had some cookies and milk to help give him the energy for his big job. Before my sister and I went to bed we put out cookies and a glass of milk on the kitchen table and were satisfied that we had done all we could for Santa Claus.
Later that night I went downstairs to the bathroom and I had to go through the kitchen to get to the bathroom and there sat my parents at the kitchen table eating the cookies and drinking the milk and had an extra glass of milk.
I looked at them with the wonder of a child to ask why they were eating Santa Claus cookies and drinking his milk. They knew they had to think of an answer right away, so they promised to put out more cookies and pour Santa Claus another glass of milk.
I watched as they put more cookies out and poured another glass of milk for Santa Claus and I gave my parents instructions not to eat the coookies or drink the milk and I went off to bed.
As I thought about those memories so many years ago that it makes me smile and laugh sometimes to remember that my parents had to eat a double set of cookies and drink an extra glass of milk to keep the dream of Santa Claus alive for my sister and I for another year.

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Chimney, Christmas, Cookies, Father, Holiday, Milk, Mother, Presents, Sister, Tree

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I write children's stories. Have one book published, Working on another children's book. It is a series.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
11th Dec 2013 (#)

Beautiful story

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author avatar Ptrikha
11th Dec 2013 (#)

Great memories of the childhood.

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author avatar MarilynDavisatTIERS
11th Dec 2013 (#)

Good morning, Ellen; memories of childhood help us all remember. Thanks for a reminder; well done. ~Marilyn

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
13th Dec 2013 (#)

We were innocent but life make us adapt to a rather cruel world - siva

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author avatar Kingwell
5th Jan 2014 (#)

Great memories!

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