Day 35 of RFYLH

Question #35

Describe a childhood Christmas.

Well this is an appropriate question since Christmas is just around the corner. I wouldn't say this is the best Christmas I had as a child but probably the most memorable one to say the least.

It started off like a normal weekend that year. It was Friday the 23rd of December and my mom had us kids helping her put up the Christmas ornaments on the tree and finishing the rest of the house decorations while my dad worked on his old Yellow truck in the garage. Nothing out of the ordinary. Once we were finished mom sent us to bed while dad finished working on his truck. On Saturday the 24th dad went back to finish what he didn't the night before and we went about our normal begging to open all our presents that were already under the tree that day in stead of waiting for Santa to come. Mom wouldn't let us and then we all heard this loud crash as dad's truck came through the dinning room wall. Mom ran into the garage to make sure dad was ok and then ran back into the house to use the phone. As she dialed she tossed a big towel into the garage and dad came in the house with it wrapped around his hand. We all cried trying to figure out what happen. Then mom piled us all into the car and dropped us off at the J's family home while she rushed dad to the doctors office. You see we lived in a small town and didn't have a hospital but the local doctors office to fix almost everything or at least hold you in one piece until you could make it the half and hour or so to the nearest hospital. All us kids were scarred and the J family did a lot to keep us calm through it all. We went to bed that night and awoke the next morning to a big breakfast awaiting my parents. They came to get us on Christmas morning with dads hand in a big bandage. We were all just glad he was ok but mostly we wanted to get home to see if Santa had come to our house or not. Once we got home we found lots of presents under the tree ( Which I later found out was the J family mom who after putting us all to sleep the night before ran over to our house and put all the presents mom and dad had hidden in their closet under the tree). I can honestly say I don't remember what I got as gifts that year but I will never forget how we spent that Christmas. My dad is now the proud owner of a pointer finger with the tip of it missing. He likes to tell the grand kids that this is what happens when you pick your nose to much. The little people that live in your nose eat your finger because they think it is food. Lol. Silly Grandpa.

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