I`m Getting Nothing for Christmas

The year 1972 maybe `73`, which is if my math correct, makes me about 5 to 6 years old in this story. I the youngest of three and the only girl got to participate in making Santa his cookies for it was Christmas Eve!

For the life of me I cannot recall much of my time baking with mom. I can however recall being in the kitchen and her asking me for the sugar dish.

I must have been a mix between eager and excited as I grabbed the China bowl that contained the sweet substance.

“Here it i…z…”

“SMASH”, the bowl slipping through my hands falling to the floor, making a mess.

I`m unsure if it was SOB or GD` it, that spewed from momma’s mouth. But one thing was for sure, I was in B I G trouble!

“That was `O Ma Mae`s sugar bowl-Go to your room- Right Now!!” my mother exclaimed.

Funny how it is, the memory fragmented into pieces, much like the sugar bowl.

As I lay across my bed sobbing into my pillow, my eldest brother- seven years my senior must have heard my despair.

“What`s wrong”— “Why are you crying?” he inquired.

Softly he stroked the back of my head still buried in my pillow. He had sat himself on the edge of the bed to comfort me.

“I…. I broke O Ma Mae`s sugar bowl……and….” sniffling and wailing as I spoke. 😭😢😭

“I`m gettin nuttin for Christmas” I whimpered.

“It`s ok, sure you will, you didn`t mean to, it was an accident”, my brother reassured me.

“Ya think so?” I questioned, now staring into his eyes.

“I`m sure” he said drying my tears. “Now stop crying, I promise, you`ll see.” he stated mater-of-fact in his tone.

Sure enough, when I awoke the next morning, there they were, 🎁presents🎁 under the tree!!🎄

I shared this memory with my eldest brother over the phone. He lives up North and is not the brother who lives with me. I told him how much that meant to me then and now as a memory. If truth be told, his gift of love to his baby sis, to comfort me in my time of sorrow, was the biggest bestest gift I could have ever gotten!!💕😉

✨BTL (Be the Light)