or a Look into Christmases Past with Kris
Kris is a friend to many of us as she is frequent and interesting commenter on our blogs. Today she is my guest blogger sharing with us some of her Christmas presents from the past that didn't work out quite the way everyone had planned. Take it away, Kris.
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Christmas Disappointments
Hi, I'm Kris,
one of June's long-term readers. I had suggested to her that she could
write about a disappointment she experienced at Christmas and somehow
that evolved into my making a guest appearance on her blog.
Childhood
disappointment: I was very young, probably around four years old, when I
saw a toy on tv that I had to have. She was called Tumblin' Tomboy and
she was a beautiful blond doll who could do acrobatic somersaults. I
was fascinated and she went on my Christmas list. On Christmas morning,
amid the flurry of wrapping paper, I opened the pinnacle of gifts.
Yes, Tumblin' Tomboy was mine. My parents added the batteries and she
performed her first tumbles successfully. I was ecstatic. The second
time, however, things didn't go so well. By the third attempt at a
tumble, she clearly wasn't performing like she did on tv. No matter
what my dad (who could fix almost anything, or so it seemed to me) did,
she remained without any tumbles. I don't remember what ultimately
happened to her but my Christmas dreams suffered from technical
difficulties.
My mom's
disappointment: I was probably around 8 or 9 when I decided that I
really wanted a Lite-Brite for Christmas. On my list it went. I didn't
really think much more about it until one day when I came home from
school. On our mailbox was a box, and not just any box. No, this was a
giant-sized box that said "Lite-Brite" on it. I brought it, as well as
the rest of the mail, into the house, grinning from ear to ear. "Look
what was on the mailbox, mom!" I called. "What????? I can't believe
the mailman left it there. Well, you're not getting it until
Christmas". While I know my mom was disappointed that the surprise was
spoiled, it didn't ruin the pleasure for me. In fact, I still have it,
and my daughter and I have had fun with it in the recent past.
Averted
disappointment: In my teen years, I was poking around in my mom's
closet, looking for cleaning rags, when I uncovered a purse. This was a
leather purse that I hadn't seen my mother using. I suddenly realized
that the purse was meant for me for Christmas. I quickly covered it up,
and although it was inadvertent, I felt guilty for discovering it. I
knew how disappointed my mother would be if she knew I found a gift, so I
never told her about my discovery. I received a nice purse and my mom
was pleased to give it to me. Sometimes silence is the best response.
The first two
stories have made it into family lore. What seems disappointing at the
time can seem funny in later years. Have you had any disappointments
during the holiday season? Please join me in sharing your memories.
Thanks for reading and thank you, June, for the opportunity to write.
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That was fun, Kris, and you've given me an idea for another post about how my mother kept us from finding out what we were getting for Christmas. Thanks for sharing and you're welcome here anytime.
