I asked if you believe in Santa. I believed in Santa a long time ago. I remember a Christmas when I was about six years old. I had two other siblings, a brother and a sister, both younger than me. We were very poor, but that never stopped us from dreaming about Santa and what he would have for us under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning.
We lived in an area where lots of cedar trees grew and we could go and chop our own tree and bring it home and decorate it. We did not have expensive ornaments to put on the tree but my mom popped popcorn that we strung with a needle and thread. We had glue and we cut strips of colored construction paper out, made rings, connected them, and strung the paper and pop corn on the tree. We made snowflakes out of white paper and hung them on the tree. The tree was so beautiful.
The Christmas of my sixth year was an especially difficult year for my parents. Of course, we did not realize this until years later when we would hear my parents and other adults talk about it.
The thing I remember about that very special Christmas was that everything was normal that Christmas Eve. We were all excited about getting up on Christmas morning and looking to see what would be under the tree for us from Santa. Nothing was under the tree when we went to bed Christmas Eve. During the night I woke up and went into the room where the Christmas tree was and I saw my mother doing something with a doll. She did not see me so I went back to bed. On Christmas morning we were all excited and I was not sure if what I had seen during the night was a dream or not. Sure enough under the tree were gifts for each of us. My sister and I got dolls all dressed up just like a Barbie doll would look like today. We both loved our dolls and it was just what we were hoping we would get.
Years later I asked my mother about that Christmas and she remembered it too and told the story behind that Christmas Eve night. My mother was an excellent seamstress she made all the clothes in our family for my dad, her and us kids. She told me that they could not afford gifts that year for us and she was so disappointed. She came up with the idea to take old dolls we had and clean them up and make new doll clothes for the dolls. So what I saw that night was my mother putting the doll clothes she had made on the old dolls she had cleaned up. I do not even remember the dolls and that we had the dolls already all I remember is that the dolls were so beautiful and had such gorgeous clothes on I thought I was just given a $50 doll.
We are so blessed in this country with the freedoms and abundance we have. It is not about how much gifts cost at Christmas time but the love we share with family and friends that is worth far more than money.