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Melancholy has taken over in more ways than one. If I need anyone to blame I should count it against all the Christmas parties I attended. Shoot! One of the parties was the Friendship Sunday School Class and Cecelia Posey had us to remember the best or most outstanding Christmas we could remember.Several folks joined the conversation and told of their experiences. Most folks kept their memories to themselves, but not me. You know I’ve been sharing memories for a long time and seem to be eager to do so. Well, after all, writing for the newspaper or anything has been a childhood dream for me. And, after all, we are supposed to write aboutthings we have experi-*enced anyway. Sooo...here goe'te!One very cold December evening and Christmas Eve the familywas all huddled close♦ ►together and closer to thewood filled stove. The*weather outside was terribly cold and dreary. Heaven only knows whatRefiectioks -thoughts were running through the heads of the children in the household. Certainly we weren’t thinking about the happening that was about to take place. After all we had never before had the real Santa Claus come to our door and certainly weren’t expecting this evening to be any different.However, we were placed in a dream-like situation when the loud and heavy knock came upon the door. Because the door was one of those that was half window we could see right away that it was Santa staring into the room. Imagine the delight that must have happened to the children present. Fear had no place in the existence of the siblings at our house.OF Santa smiled all the way inside as Dad hurried to the door. Mom was most likely smiling the entire time as she watched Santa enter with a large sack filled with lots of presents. Certainly we had all been good and desiring of anything that Santa may have broughtBy Dorothy Taylorwith him.We gladly shared warmth with Santa because we knew it was a long trip from the north pole. Surely we were grateful as well as excited.A few years passed by and curiosity became a part of our being and we just had to know who was playing Santa.Turns out it was our Aunt Frankie who had married my Dad’s youngest brother, Uncle ; Bet. (Aunt Frankie had ! connections to Lockhart and their sat one of her relatives at the Christmas party, Thelma Pearson. Not only that but Aunt Frankie had earned her teaching certificate from SWT many many years ago.)Aunt Frankie made a happy and kind-looking Santa and helped us along the way with our imagination.Prov. 25:13 As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of his masters.”
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Lockhart Post Register
Lockhart, Texas, US
Thu, Jan 06, 2005
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