Christmas Eve was always great at home. there were small brothers and sisters that wanted to help around the house all the time. On Christmas Eve though, they were not allowed to help. They were put to bed by 9:30... Thats when our magic began. We would have to wait till they all fell asleep before we made a move. Once they were asleep, the tree came in from the yard, we were sent to Sam Boyces to pick up the wagonfull's of toys that were put on layaway. nothing but cooking was ever done until the little ones were asleep. You could ask Santa for a hundred things, but you only received what Sam's had..It was exausting to say the least, but in the morning, even if they had gotten the same toys the year before, they were all happy.It was always a wonderful time.Most times we had Aunt Tootsy stop by, that was always a treat in itself.those days are long gone, long forgotten to many, but a lasting impression to most of us. Mom would spend hours on her platform, had to be just right for the dolls, That was until Sal came along, Dawn's dolls had competition. how were we to know she would love trucks more than dolls. Have A Merry Christmas.And Remember Those Who Are In Heaven.
