Kathy Davenport
contributing writer
Remembering
Christmas
mornings past
Since there were so many years when we had a two year old
in the house, wrapped gifts were never safe under the tree. So, the
floor under the twinkling lights remained bare as the kids went to
bed Christmas Eve. (That made the “shock and awe” factor even better Christmas morning!)
Always too early on Christmas morning, we would hear all the excited whispers as the house came alive with excitement and antici-
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pation. But, no one was allowed to go downstairs yet. They were to
open their stockings and occupy themselves with its contents quietly, ‘til the other kids were up. Finally, one would tip-toe into our
room and whisper, ”Mommy, are you awake?” In an instant, all seven
hristmas morning in a house with
These young shoppers came in with a list of all the
children would pile onto our bed and excitedly show us all the things
seven children was quite a scene
people they wanted to buy gifts for and a few dollars.
they got in their stockings. Finally, after Dad assured them that he
as you can imagine. But, there
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