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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsI became a cowboy Christmas of '67
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...woke up one winter morning to find a cowboy outfit just my size under the Christmas tree, complete with fringe vest, fringed chaps, a red cowboy hat with a multi-colored rolled stitch around the brim, and two six-shooting pearl handled pistols which fired off rolls of red caps.
I wore that outfit everywhere until it wore out years later, storing all my cowboy gear at night in a smooth, rounded wooden chest by the window where I kept the rest of my toys hidden away until the next day arrived and I became a cowboy once more.
I almost didn't become a cowboy that year. Two days before Christmas, my older sister led me down to the cellar where the root beer Dad had made and bottled was stored, the same homemade brew that exploded one day and sliced his arm open so bad that Mom made me drive with him to the hospital. He had made his way there wincingly in our olive green Impala and I stood beside him as he got stitched up, just as he stood beside me when I broke my arm after he tried to straighten it out by himself and ended up racing us to the hospital in that same green Impala and I got my first plaster cast.
My sister Maria told me that day there was no Santa Claus, and she'd prove it to me in the basement. There behind the stacked cases of potentially explosive brew looked to be a pile of every toy we'd written Santa for, and more.
My sister looked triumphant, and, while I was a little excited to see the toys, I was a little bit crushed that she'd managed to spoil my visions of other-worldly magic and wonder with her selfish act of superiority; my know-it-all big sister beating me over the head with yet another tattle-tale truth to shatter my childhood dreams.
"Nuh-uh,' I shot back.
"Uh-huh," she retorted, and before she could twist the knife any further, Mom appeared behind us and we scattered, denying we'd seen anything. But she'd heard everything. There was no punishment meted for being down there, but it felt like I'd been caught trying to rob a bank.
That feeling of dread was still with me on Christmas Eve, and, no one was more excited and relieved to see the presents under the tree than I was. But before I could dive in, Dad called me over and said he was phoning Santa to tell him about my sister and me sneaking and peeking at presents. When he finished his strange conversation into the receiver, he told me Santa would forgive me 'this time,' and let me have my gifts.
It started out the most frightening Christmas Day ever in my life, and ended as the best one yet. It's really the only one I can remember well, except for the 'Christmas play' my sister wrote and organized around our piano for our parents in which I just stood there dumbfounded while my ballerina sister acted out her ingratiatingly pretentious Christmas gift.
After attacking every present and littering the living room with wrapping paper and ribbon, I quickly slipped into my new cowboy duds and went out back to play, popping off the red roll of caps through the pistols, then just banging the caps on the frozen ground with my shiny new pistol's pearl handles (no they didn't last long, not the caps, nor the pearl handles).
...it's a cold and windy holiday this year without any snow, but it's still a perfectly picturesque Christmas Eve. A pair of young deer are undoubtedly nestled together among the bushes I planted in the backyard, sheltering against the cold, likely to inch out one by one Christmas morning to warm themselves in the dappling sun.
I do miss snow on the holidays, so I dug up a poem I wrote back a bit for a little of a dusting... Merry Christmas, y'all!
When you smile at the falling snow,
You're likely remembering joy and beauty,
Experienced over a lifetime.
From the very first time your parents,
Bundled you up with layers of long underwear;
Woolen trousers and several pairs of socks;
Oversized sweater over a turtleneck;
All crammed inside that impossibly small snowsuit.
You remember that first misshaped snowman,
Mixed with dirt and grass, and snot;
More brown than the white ground surrounding it,
Well-dressed in Mother's good scarf you borrowed,
Perfectly natty in Father's old cap.
There's hastily erected snow fort on the front lawn,
Fully fortified with a neat pile of perfect snowballs,
Smoothed over by stiffening, soaked mittens,
Too precious, maybe too deadly to actually throw.
The fort is everything; only room for friends, and you.
Was there ever a truly safe hill for sledding;
One without the sharp drop into the half-frozen creek?
A sledding hill without that fence at the end,
Or that busy street with cars whizzing by past the curb,
Threatening to drown, decapitate, or drive over you?
Soaked to the bone, soaked through seven solid layers,
Stubbornly ignoring frostbitten feet and swollen hands,
Struggling with your sled back up to the top of the hill,
Standing in line behind the big kids, you spot your sister,
Shivering from the cold; you're suddenly shivering, too.
I was able to recreate all of that winter magic, as an adult;
My own sons, layered and stuffed into impossibly small snowsuits.
We made our own dirty snowmen; sturdy snow forts;
And sledded down unsafe hills; scraping swollen knuckles;
Stubbornly shivering as we stayed too long.
It's snowing, and there's a family of deer in my suburban yard,
Taking refuge on the softer ground deliberately layered
With the trees' fallen debris and evergreen litter.
There's spirit here; they know it's safe from predators,
A perfect place to digest their food and nibble a bit more.
They startle when I open the door to scatter birdseed,
Standing perfectly still once more, when they hear my voice
Softly reassuring them there's no reason to run away.
They're covered with snow, and one is trying to lick flakes off of the other.
The snow is falling fast, and I'm smiling again.
My sons, decades ago
Karadeniz
(22,587 posts)peacebuzzard
(5,183 posts)Happy holidays, bigtree!
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niyad
(113,602 posts)MN2theMax
(1,430 posts)Thank you for sharing your memories. It warmed my heart.
pandr32
(11,631 posts)Those were the days!
Have a wonderful Christmas.
calimary
(81,527 posts)I still remember the big beautiful doll house I found under our tree when I was four. My parents had seen a photo of it in the local newspaper and bought it for me.
And when we first moved to California, I wanted a kitten. A white fluffy kitten in a basket. As I later learned, they searched but couldnt find such a kitten. The best they could do was a little black cat with very thin fur, and hid him with our nextdoor neighbors til Christmas Eve.
Didnt matter to me. I took one look at him and fell in love. And he grew up to be a luxurious Grand Duke of a cat with a gorgeous long silky black coat. He was my first cat love.
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malthaussen
(17,217 posts)republianmushroom
(13,743 posts)dai13sy
(341 posts)Your story brought back so many memories of sledding and riding our bikes in Mount Vernon, Iowa down Presbyterian Hill (steep and right by the church). It was a long time ago but the feelings and memories feel new every time I think about them
NewHendoLib
(60,026 posts)nightwing1240
(1,996 posts)It brought back good memories from my childhood
NBachers
(17,149 posts)Merry Christmas.
CatWoman
(79,302 posts)Tanuki
(14,924 posts)that you honor them by paying it forward.
💕🎄🤠
lucca18
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I love the way you write.
I love the way you appreciate life.
Did you paint that beautiful watercolor winter painting?
Merry Christmas!🎄🎅🏻💕
bigtree
(86,008 posts)... the watercolor is by Robert Peppers Oceanside, New York
(for educational purposes only... )
H2O Man
(73,636 posts)JustinBulletin
(74 posts)That's a great story and a wonderfully nostalgic poem. You have a gift. Both brought back memories of my own childhood. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
Hekate
(90,858 posts)My brother and I both got the cowboy outfits about a decade before you because, Dale Evans was paired with Roy Rogers after all. Loved those cap guns still remember the smell of the caps.
As for your story of having to accompany your bleeding father to the ER, that answers a question Ive long pondered, which is who the hell sends their pre-teen child on a trip like that? My dads rolled-up beach towel was stolen by someone who doubtless was surprised to get Mister Magoos glasses instead of a wallet, but the deed was done and he had to order a new pair from the optometrist, whose office was over the mountain in the city. And my mother delegated me to be his co-pilot. With a lifetimes experience, I think my mother was a woman whose last nerve had been snapped just then
Merry Christmas and happy new year, Bigtree. You looked adorable as a cowboy.
CatWoman
(79,302 posts)Skittles
(153,212 posts)thank you
CousinIT
(9,264 posts)Merry Christmas BigTree!
pfitz59
(10,400 posts)wore them out. Great story. Thank you for reminding me of such joy.
bluboid
(562 posts)a great reminder of that whole period - thanks!
FuzzyRabbit
(1,970 posts)Thanks for a great post reminding us of our past Christmases.
My all time favorite Christmas present was when I was in 2nd grade. It was a bicycle, a beautiful black english racer. I rode that bike every day until high school when I became too cool to ride a bike anymore.
AllaN01Bear
(18,522 posts)made root beer. in the middle of the night she heard this sound like machine gun fire .it was all the caps coming off the bottles . they got all the root beer they wanted . ouch on your dad.
Have a Merry Christmas Cowboy!
KT2000
(20,591 posts)Thank you for a great Christmas recollection. (I had a cowgirl outfit myself - skirt and vest with fringe)
Raine
(30,541 posts)Thanks so much for sharing, takes me back to my own memories of Christmas' past. 🥰
markie
(22,758 posts)Thank you for the story and delightful poem...
*thanks for the memories
made me remember the year I was six and Santa came to visit
llmart
(15,557 posts)You are a terrific writer. Those of us of a certain age can certainly remember the obsession we had with Roy Rogers and Dale Evans and cap guns and cowboy/cowgirl outfits. And the anecdote about the root beer brought back a memory my mother told me about her German parents who made their own root beer in their cellar and the occasional "explosions".
Your post is a gift to us that is better than anything bought in a store. I've read it twice this morning because it evokes memories of a simpler time.
Merry Christmas!
KY_EnviroGuy
(14,496 posts)Roy Rogers and Gene Autry were our heroes, along with Mantle and Maris, Lone Ranger and Tonto and of course, Superman. I remember saving my allowance to go to the five-and-dime to get a roll of caps or baseball cards (with the very best bubble gum).
Thanks for sharing your beautiful memories and lovely photo of you and sis with Santa. You have a gift of telling stories in a way that puts me there with you!
May you and yours have a wonderful holiday season and all the best for 2023...... ......
Higherarky
(637 posts)Thank you so much for sharing this lovely bit of yourself with us on this magical, mystical day.
Merry Christmas! Happy Forever!!!
🥰🎄☮️♾️
KS Toronado
(17,364 posts)Lovely story.