It “Came To Us” Mostly By Osmosis

Published: Friday, December 14, 2012 at 10:57 AM.

You had to take an ax or a saw and go looking back then. I don’t think they even made fake Christmas trees. At least, I don’t remember any of them down at J. A. Abernathy’s hardware. Of course, in early December I wasn’t at Mr. Abernathy’s looking at trees I guarantee you that! He had a basement full of Santa toys. I’d stroll through those packed aisles and drool. And let me tell you how lucky we were, we weren’t confined to “Black Friday” or “Cyber Monday”. You could shop back then every day of the week! Except Sunday, of course……

“How about that big one over there?”

“Too tall, that would never fit in the house.”

“Look at this one?”

“Too skinny…..and it has a bare spot near the top.”

We could fight one minute and work together the next. The tree was for Mother. We didn’t say it exactly out loud. But we knew how much she loved the tree, the season, her family, the manger, the three wise men, the shepherds, the Heavenly hosts, the Star of David, the Price of Peace, the Lilly of the Valley, the Rose of Sharon, the Bright and Morning Star…..

She didn’t care one whit about getting a present. Oh, she didn’t say that mind you. And we didn’t notice it right off. But it became more obvious as the years rolled on. Her Christmas was seeing that we got the gifts! I could never understand that. We’d be down at Abernathy’s and she’d walk right with us up and down the toy aisles. It was like she was taking notes or something. I thought she should have been upstairs looking at dresses, robes with those peacocks spread across the back or frying pans. 

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