A Christmas Memory

We all have a favorite Christmas memory, and mine happens to be one of my earliest—
As all kids do, I would pilfer around under the tree in the days leading up to Christmas, looking at the presents and looking for my name, and shaking those of course. When I was around five or six, at a certain point in all the looking and shaking, I realized my mama didn’t have a present under the tree. And that made me sad. 
I remember going into the kitchen where Mama was working (she was always working at something) and asking why she didn’t have anything under the tree. I don’t remember her answer, but she must have seen the distress on her youngest’s face. She didn’t tell me that providing Christmas for seven children put a severe strain on her and Daddy’s limited resources; she didn’t tell me they didn’t have the money to buy presents for themselves; she offered up a solution instead. She gave me a powder compact she hadn’t yet opened, a small square of Christmas paper, and told me I could wrap it up for her.
To this day, I still remember how good it made me feel to put that small present under the tree for my mama. And looking back, I think I realized that day that it truly is better to give than receive.

My favorite Christmas song, “Little Drummer Boy”, is about giving; more specifically about the giving of self, whether it’s your time, talent, donating to charities—something other than buying presents that put you into debt, and/or will be shoved in a closet and forgotten by New Year’s day. Make lasting memories instead.

Little Drummer Boy (also known as Carol of the Drum) video
Performed by: Vienna Boys Choir
Written by: Katherine Kennicot Davis

©2019 KT Workman

(Note: This was originally posted on a previous blog. I've been so busy this week, I haven't had time or energy to post, and very little time to read posts of those I follow.
Here's wishing all a very Merry Christmas. I hope Santa brings you all your heart desires.)   
 

Image by monicore from Pixabay

17 thoughts on “A Christmas Memory

    1. I still miss mine and they’ve both been gone around 20 years. Some people stay in our hearts forever. I don’t know about you, but certain times of the years, Christmas for example, I feel their loss more keenly. 💕

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        1. Your mom must have been pretty young when she passed. I think the younger you are when you lose a parent, the harder it is to come to terms with their loss. My mom and dad were married almost 66 years when she died at 87. He followed her about a year later at age 94. Knowing they’d had a long life, and weren’t ill long, helped me somewhat.

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            1. Cancer…I feel for your mother, you, your entire family. It’s a horrible way to go; so many times, it seems as if the “cure” is worse than the disease. 💙Years ago, my father-in-law nearly died from an infection picked up while in the hospital…I think it was mersa.

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  1. Dad, aka, “The Old Man” loved The Little Drummer Boy. He actually bought a 45rpm single of “TLDB” performed by The Harry Simeon Chorale. “Die Lorelei” was on the B side. This was the 50’s, when my parents never spent money on frivolities. I guess it wasn’t a frivolity then.
    I remember Garrison Keillor used to make snarky, wise-ass jokes about “TLDB” on “A Prairie Home Companion”. This was before he got the boot from public broadcasting for being a creepy guy, like Charlie Rose

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    1. I never listened to Garrison Keillor, Lewis Grizzard was more to my liking.
      As for The Little Drummer Boy, even if I didn’t understand a word of it, I’d still like it when sung by a choir. It sounds peaceful.
      I hope you and yours have a good Christmas, David, and your son is still progressing.

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