The Christmas Wakening

My brother, Bobby and I, visiting Santa when we were three and four years old. I was never a practical little girl. One Christmas Season when I was ten years old I was jittery with excitement because I was going to get to go Christmas shopping for the first time in my life, with money I had earned. I had saved the money and was going to spend it on my mother. My mother was going to be the recipient of my hard earned money. I cannot remember how I earned it but I suspect it must have had