Tuesday, December 15, 2009
My Favorite Christmas Memory!
Well, my parents were very poor so they couldn't afford the boots, so I asked for Santa to bring me them.
That Christmas Eve, I couldn't sleep a wink, wondering if Santa had gotten my letter. Would he bring the boots?
I woke up early Christmas morning, before my parents even. It was so cold. Back then, we heated our house with little space heaters. The one in the living room wasn't on and I didn't know how to make it work, but it didn't matter.
I ran to the Christmas tree and low and behold there they were. You guessed it, Santa had brought me the white boots after all along with a few other presents.
For me, that was the best Christmas ever! And even until this day, every time I spell apples and oranges, I think of Chrstimas and I smile remembering those white Go-Go boots!
Thanks Mom and Dad!
All the best...