Part I of "A Betsy Wetsy Christmas"

Blogging each day about spreading holiday cheer has been fun.  Doing the acts to bring cheer to others fulfilling and rewarding.  As I began each day, creating the short blogs I reminisced about Christmases past from my childhood before I became a Scrooge or Grinch type person. Yes from age seven till age thirty-seven I lost the joy of the holidays. I went through the motions that was expected (good actress I was) of enjoying the holidays, but I did not. The reason behind this is another story to tell as well as finding my holiday spirit once again. Since finding my Christmas mojo, let's call it that, I have embraced the season from Black Friday to January seventh. 

One of my favorite Christmases happened when I was three years old. It was the year Santa brought me a Betsy Wetsy doll.  

At the time I lived with my maternal grandparents and one of my aunts, Julia who I called Aunt Julie. She had taken me to see Santa at one of the stores in Irwin, Pennsylvania.  Santa asked if I had been a good girl all year and like most children I said "oh yes."  He asked what I wanted for Christmas and I answered "all I want is Betsy Wetsy".  He said he would be at my house early on Christmas so I better be asleep when he gets there. He told me I better keep being good as he is always watching. The thought scared me that Santa is all seeing and all knowing. I said that I will be good then he let out a loud ho ho ho, told me goodbye and lifted me from his lap. 

As I think back on that he never did tell me he'd bring me what I wanted. His helper gave me a candy cane and on my way I went. 

There is more to this story, a funny memory as well.  I plan to write this in parts over the next few days.  

  

Keep reading for Part II of  'A Betsy Wetsy Christmas' story.