Simple pleasures still bring smile at Christmas

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My how fast Christmas arrives! December 25th looked a long way off a week ago and another Christmas will pass before we know it. Still, I had time to enjoy one of my favorite parts of the Christmas season. “Thanks” to the Betterhalf putting up our Christmas tree and turning on the lights just after our Thanksgiving dinner dishes were in the dishwasher.
Sitting in a darken living room gazing at a beautiful decorated tree with its glowing lights, memories of Christmas’ past come alive. I am sure I am not alone in having this happen; past memories hit most all of us and hopefully they are precious.
In our case there’s a sparkling white crocheted angel looking down at me from the top of the tree – a place she has held for nearly two decades after being crocheted by a now-deceased family friend. There are faded bulbs that once were on our childhood trees. The electric train my “Santa” brought to me in 1946 still finds its place under our present tree. Hand-sewn, wooden carved and painted ornaments all leave memories they were gifts that now have turned precious over the years.
We silently smile with a few tears in our eyes as we absorb the beauty.
Technology and a fast moving world are a challenge to our Christmas memories. For example, there are $198 electric MotorKicks hover shoes that replace our familiar old roller skates. Once the Cadillac of bicycling, Schwinn bikes have been replaced by touring bikes priced over $4,000. A $249.99 PlayStation Console game bundle has replaced Monopoly and Scrabble.
Is it any wonder this old senior citizen has resorted to giving cash instead of figuring out what his kids and grandkids want for Christmas? Funny that after all these years generations still understand the value of greenbacks. Unfortunately as the years move on, it just takes more of ‘em.
Remember when it was a life-or-death matter if you failed to mail a letter to the North Pole by Dec. 24?
Little Georgie received a new drum for Christmas, and shortly thereafter, when his father came home from work, mother said, “I don’t think the man upstairs likes to hear Georgie play his drum, but he’s subtle about it.”
The father asked, “Why?”
The mother replied, “Well, this afternoon he gave Georgie a knife and asked him what was inside the drum.”
From the Betterhalf and I, “Have a Merry Christmas!”
RL Furse  is publisher emeritus of the News-Register

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