Day 23....'Spreading Holiday Cheer'
Day 23....Leave an extra nice tip for your server.
FOR YOU
Day 23.......Go out for a nice pre-holiday meal.
Before I begin about today's idea did you know the day is Festivus. If you watched the old show "Seinfeld" you'd know about this. If you don't know what Festivus is, do a Google search.
I plan to do a few of the Festivus things listed. Should be fun.
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Here's a little FESTIVUS greeting for you all.
It's time to decorate the pole
And time for the feats of strength
Let's all air our grievances
Those we love and hate
Festivus is here at last
Donate to the Human Fund
It's the holiday for the rest of us
So have a happy, everyone
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For Day 23 of spreading cheer
ask a family member, friend or acquaintance to accompany you to a nice holiday meal. You need to take the last few days before Christmas to treat yourself. While having the meal, leave the server a generous tip to help make their day.
Don't forget to watch the Military Bowl football 🏈 game. Go Army.
I am not a baker so yesterday I purchased a cute holiday plate and some baked goods. I gave them to my auto mechanic. They were appreciated as it was their dessert. Not only did they get some baked goods but a cute plate.
I sat back last evening, poured a glass of milk and had a few cookies. I found o movie to watch also.
Part VI and conclusion of "A Hand Me Down Christmas" follows.
Part VI Conclusion of
"A Hand Me Down Christmas"
Christmas Day arrived or I should say later in the day since I went to bed on Christmas after midnight Mass.
We had breakfast (I had oatmeal). Us three kids cleaned up the kitchen while grandma began to prepare our Christmas dinner.
The family finally made their way into the living room to open gifts.
This too had to be done in a certain manner. All gifts given out. No one was allowed to open their gifts till they were all distributed. The gifts from each of us kids to one another were to be opened last. We would hand each other the gift.
Dad liked his tie and tie tac from me. From his biological children the gifts were quite different. It seemed they did not spend much on him. Di gave him dressy white handkerchiefs (not even initialed); JJ gave him a pair of socks.
Mom said she thought the brooch and scarf I gave her beautiful. Di and JJ spared no expense on her either it seemed to me. Di got her some ladies hankies; JJ got her a babushka.
Step-grandfather thanked me for his hankies. It seemed he received the same from the other two. Well at least he had enough hankies for awhile.
Grandma opened my gift; picked it up and looked at it. She put it down and finally said thank you.
She then opened the gift from Di. Di spared no expense in using most of her money to purchase a new hat for her grandmother. JJ followed suit in sparing no expense as he used most of his money on a new purse for her.
I guess Grandma was more important than dad or anyone else.
Next Di was to open the gift from JJ then me. He bought his sister a girl's purse; she said loved it. She opened my Pop It Beads and thanked me. She opened the bag of white beads and began to snap them together for a necklace
JJ liked the cars that Di bought him. He politely thanked me for my gift of military vehicles.
My turn to open their gifts. JJ handed me his gift. I opened the package and pulled the tissue paper back on the box. I could not believe my eyes. In the box were two sets of paper dolls; their clothes already cut out. These dolls were ones that looked like ones I had seen Di play with during the summer. Of course they looked like hers; THEY WERE HERS. She no longer wanted them so she gave them to JJ to give as my Christmas gift.
I just stared at them. I noticed both mom and dad's shocked expressions. Grandma cleared her throat then said to me
"Well thank JJ for his nice gift".
I could barely whisper the words.
Next I was to open Di's gift. The box was large and I wondered what was inside. Again a look of surprise came across my face. Inside were Di's old ice skates that she tried to clean up by polishing them; under the skates was her old red heavy pull over sweater. Both mom and dad had shocking expressions again.
Again grandma said
"Thank Di for her gift". As with JJ I could barely whisper the words.
I put the tops back on both boxes and pushed the gifts under the tree; way in the back so I could not see them.
I realized then I meant nothing to my step-siblings. I felt like Cinderella. It was truly a hand me down Christmas.
This was the year I lost all spirit of the holidays. I guess receiving someone's discarded items as a gift can do that to a seven year old.
Did I ever play with the paper dolls? NO. I put them in my toy chest way at the bottom.
As for the skates well my boy cousins told me how to get around not to use them. I put on two thick pairs of socks; put on the skates and complained they were too small for me. I said the sweater made me itch so I could not wear it.
As years went on, I did not give much thought when it came to Di and JJ where gifts were concerned. Their gifts which they were told by dad they had to buy from then on were always something I never used or wore.
I hope you enjoyed this story from my childhood.
There is a moral I'd say and that is it's the thought that counts not what is given; but they really never thought of me. So I'd say the moral is it's best to give than receive.