COLUMN: Christmas past perfect: Flashback to the 1920s

Published: Monday, December 23, 2013 at 05:25 PM.

While exploring this new-found wonderland, I came upon the most beautiful doll I had ever imagined. She had eyes that opened and closed and when you tipped her over she said, “Ma Ma.” I was in love.

When I excitedly showed her to my mother she said, “Oh, sweetheart, we don’t have any more stamps.”

Soon we were all jammed back in the car — packages and all. Pressing uncomfortably on my leg was a shiny new sled. When my grandmother noticed me admiring it, she said quietly, “It’s for your cousin Bud.” I remember thinking how lucky he was.

In the tiny apartment where I lived with my parents, I slept on a studio couch in the dinette. My mother and father pulled a Murphy bed down out of the wall every night. It completely filled the living room. The Christmas tree shared the dinette with me.

Christmas morning when I awoke, there under the brightly lighted tree was a beautiful doll exactly like the one I had seen when we were shopping and next to her stood a shiny new sled just like cousin Bud’s. I squealed with delight and said, “How did Santa
Claus know? How did he know?”

Mother just smiled and whispered, “It’s magic.”


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