One of my first (and only memory) of kindergarten was the Christmas Performance. We dressed as soldiers - apparently toy soldiers - to fit into the story. To this day I have no idea what the Performance was about. Except, when I showed up in the dressing room, all my friends had a GI-JOE helmet on and they all had guns. Well... we didn't know we can bring guns to a church. When mom saw that everyone had it... she dropped me off, ran back home from SSPP to get it. That wasn't a short walk, even if mom was in her mid to late 30's. But she came back in time... so her son won't be the odd boy out.
Flash forward a couple of years and I can still see mom and her two boys in the streets of Chinatown, trying to haul a fake Christmas tree up 10 city blocks in hilly San Francisco. She somehow busted out with a little pocket knife to carve little triangular holes so we can grab onto the box. I have no reference to the weight of the thing, but it mustn't be light. Nor were the 3 of us mightily strong. But at the end... we hauled the darn thing up 1090, just like SIL hauled it into her house.
After telling these stories, I said to SIL, "Many years from now... your kids will remember all that you've done to make their Christmas, just a little more Christmassy."
And with that... a bah-hum bug to you shopping season!!
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