There are some things about Christmas as a kid that pop out immediately when I stop to think about that magical time. You remember, just when you are pretty sure that Santa is your parents but don’t really want to take the chance of letting them know you know and messing up a pretty good thing that’s worked out well for the past several years. One of the things I miss most about way back then - other than being a kid with no idea what responsibilities were waiting on me later - was that the Christmas season wasn’t so blatantly in-your-face commercial and didn’t start the day after Halloween, and the stores didn’t put up decorations and trees until at least after Thanksgiving.
Sounds a lot like the Christmases at the Bell house. I enjoy reading your substack. If you need encouragement to keep it going, you've got a full vote from me. BTW, remember the Student Council trip to Gulf Shores you took with us around 1976? That was a great trip and your cool factor went through the roof. - Ken
Sounds a lot like the Christmases at the Bell house. I enjoy reading your substack. If you need encouragement to keep it going, you've got a full vote from me. BTW, remember the Student Council trip to Gulf Shores you took with us around 1976? That was a great trip and your cool factor went through the roof. - Ken