221216 Christmas Memory 1

This was me a long time ago about 65 years or so.

I have a lot of memories of Christmasses past.

My oldest memory was in our old two story house. The bedrooms were upstairs. Christmas Eve I was anxious for the day. I had begun asking mom how many days it was until Christmas back in October that year. Finally it was the eve of the day. I couldn’t sleep and I discovered I could sneak out on the upstairs landing and see down into the living room. Dad had gotten home from work that afternoon and began his beer drinking. By midnight he was pretty well sloshed. That year there was a bicycle to be had. Back then bicycles came in large boxes and had to be put together in the home. As I got to my looking post I could see him struggling to assemble the bike. I watched for a while and went back to bed. The next morning the bike was still in pieces. Mom said that Santa was in a hurry last night and didn’t have time to finish putting the bike together, so he left it for dad to finish it for me. Dad did a better job sober and I was ready to learn how to ride on Christmas Day.