It was December 1986; and after being apart for six
months (John in Fort Bragg and me in Korea) it was our first Christmas together.
Every thing was good! My boys (from a previous marriage), John and me, we had
just bought our first home, but best of all; we were expecting our first
Because we were just starting, our financial situation did not allow us
more than the bare essentials: 2 beds, 2 pots, 4 plates, 4 cups and 4 forks. The
only thing that was missing was a Christmas tree. The Christmas tree is to
me, the main sign of this wonderful season, we MUST have one, I do not recall
how we finally got one, but I do know that the good old faithful “Thrift
Shop” was mention.
Not long after we moved into our new home, we found a gift wrapped
packaged on our door step, it was from our realtor, the package felt a little warm,
we figured it was from the sun, thought nothing of it an placed it under our
beautiful non-themed Christmas tree. Throughout the month of December, it was
the only thing we had there. As time went by, our situation did not improved
much. I could tell John was concern about what to get for the boys, after
all, it was the first Christmas with “Dad”, then, I discovered Big Lots, AHA!
2 nice and very good-looking hard plastic bikes. And so, John was introduced
to the wonderful tradition of “some assembly required”.
Christmas day, 5 am. We were awaken by the screams of two happy boys
announcing that “Santa ate all the cookies and drank the egg nog, and he believed
our promises to be good from now on, because he left really nice bikes for
us”, but now, we had to go and open our present, the solitary package that has
been there all this time. “Of course” we said, and run to the living room
behind this little people, eager to see what Mom and Dad got. We tore up the
paper in excitement, and what we found, has been the “First Christmas Story” of
our family ever since, you see, our realtor’s wife was a baker, and she had
baked a special German bread for us, which by now was as hard as a rock. We
laugh, until tears came out of our eyes, as we tried to explain to our kids what
that strange looking rock was for.