“There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning
and not be a child” ~ Erma Bombeck
I have only 2 childhood Christmas memories, and neither are warm and fuzzy.
I was 10, my sister was 15. There was a board game called ‘Mystery Date’ that we saw on TV. She ooooh’d and ahhhh’d and said, “I want that for Christmas!”
You moved around the board until you came to the “open the door” space, then opened the big door to find your mystery date, and I could hardly wait to play it with her. I told Mama I knew exactly what to get my sister that year for Christmas-NAILED IT!
When she opened the package, as I watched anxiously, she made a face, threw it aside and said she was just being “sarcastic.” I was crushed.
My last Christmas memory was around the same time, and Mama and Daddy had gone out for the evening.
My sister was in charge, and we fought like cats and dogs, and she ended up chasing me around the house. That’s when our beautiful flocked tree with huge pink GLASS bulbs went down in the fury. We tried, but our efforts were in vain to put it all back together. I don’t remember much afterwards, and that’s probably a good thing. See, not warm nor fuzzy.
I hear friends talk about their Chatty Cathys from childhood and how much they meant to them. Some still have the dolls, which I myself consider a form of hoarding. Don’t judge me for purging way too much. It seemed like a good thing at the time but has grown into a fixation. One that may need help.That’s another story.
circa 1971 ~
Where did Christmas go?
The following column by Erma Bombeck was first published six years ago at Christmas. It was instantly adopted as a tradition by her readers. Every year since, it has been republished by popular demand and has now become a Christmas classic in its own right. Thus, for Christmas 1971, here is Erma Bombeck’s beautiful and nostalgic greeting to her readers.
There is nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
and the needles had to be vacuumed every three hours and you traded its holiday aroma for a silver one that revolved, changed colors, played “Silent Night” and snowed on itself.