Yearning for an old-fashioned Christmas
Those were the simple days. The first Christmas that I remember, Santa gave me a toy car. It was advanced for 1949 because it had a door that opened and the driver appeared on a seat attached to the door. That evening I was sent to bed early as my aunt and uncle arrived at our home at 39 Prince of Wales St. I was crying, of course, as a three- or four-year-old would.
We would drive out to the Sanatorium to see the Christmas lights. It was the only show in town in the good old days. Then, later on, Santa would leave us a fire truck. We were told that was all we were going to get because Santa Claus mentioned that it was very expensive.
Another year we got a budgie bird. I remember coming down the stairs and wondering what was underneath the blanket. We all nearly scared it to death.
Christmas stockings in those days were just an old sock stuffed with an orange, apple, grapes, and a banana, if you were fortunate. Bananas were expensive, not like today. The sock would be condemned today as being unsanitary by our health-care professionals. But they were all lovingly cleaned every week by our mothers.
Then there was Tippy, our pet named for his white legs and black paws, and my first record player and lots of 45s that my brother gave me that Christmas. Very different from today, when kids are screaming for cellphones and the latest Xbox.
One memory that won’t leave me was meeting a grandfather in a local store near Christmas. He was pricing a video game for his grandson. If you had a heart you could weep for him when he found out that the prices started at $69.
Society has come a long way, they say. Yes it has! Internet crooks, telemarketers tormenting you, and customer service difficult to get, especially if you have to phone someone for it. Scams that suck you in to get you to visit businesses where the truth is revealed.
Bring me back to the good old days, please - at least the best parts of them.
Merry Christmas to all!