I normally embrace the Christmas season with open arms. It lifts my spirits to see people come together during the holidays. This year, however, Christmas just won’t be the same for me. I lost my mother in May of this year – we buried her on Mother’s Day.
I remember Christmases at my house were always festive and full of life. My mom loved Christmas. She’d do outrageous things to me and my brother like wrapping a very small gift in a very large box, or put the small box inside a larger one, then a larger one still, and so on.
I even remember one year where she had something wrapped in plain brown paper and told me and my brother it was for another relative and she wanted us to decorate it. So we went to town with our crayons and markers and made the most festive holiday wrapping we could. I think we were around six and seven at the time (my brother is a year older than me). Turns out, the gift was for us. It was an air-hockey table!
My most memorable Christmas, though, was probably the first year mom was on her own. It was probably 1974 (she and my dad were divorced in 1975 but he had moved out before then) and she was struggling to keep the bills paid, plus have a good Christmas for me and my brother.
All we’d wanted that year was a sled. You know, one of those ones with the metal runners and wooden planks. Mom told us Santa would try his best to get it. My brother and I were young enough to still believe in Santa Claus, but also old enough to know that “Santa” was really mom and dad.
Anyway, we went to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, just as always, with my aunt, uncle and three cousins, not knowing that “Santa” was working his magic back at our house.
When we returned home, my brother and I ran into the house, into the living room and low and behold, there was our sled! Wrapped in a giant red bow! We got a few other gifts that year, but the only one I remember was the sled.
My mom didn’t even know it was there. Turns out my mom’s best friend and her husband (who lived across the street from us) bought the sled, kept it in their basement until Christmas, then brought it over while we were at mass. They covered their tracks in the freshly fallen snow, so we never knew anyone had been in the house.
To this day, that remains my favorite Christmas. I know the neighbors were also friends with my mom, but it still amazes me the kindness they showed, just so my brother and I could have a good Christmas – and they had three young boys of their own!
Now, I don’t know if my mom ever paid them back, but I don’t think it really matters. I’m sure she paid back the kindness in other ways. She was always a giving person, never selfish. She loved Christmas and always tried to make it fun, even when we were adults.
Over the past few years, she’d become increasingly less mobile and more dependent on my stepdad, but even then, she was always gung-ho about the holidays. Every year, like clockwork, she’d fill out Christmas cards and send them out. This year, I’m guessing will be different and I know there won’t be any Christmas from here on out that’ll be the same without my mom, but I’ll never ever forget how she made us feel around the holidays.
I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday and a wonderful new year. Keep that charitable feeling long after the holidays are past. Remember, there’s always someone who’s worse off than you and a small amount of kindness, or even a smile or a hug, can work wonders for someone’s demeanor.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Ms. Vincent was born and raised in the great state of Michigan where she’s lived for her entire life and has worked in a local assembly plant for the past seventeen years. Her work in erotic fiction only began a few years ago, writing under the name michchick98 on Literotica and Stories Online, receiving high praise for her work at both sites. Her previous writing experience dates as far back as her high school newspaper.
Currently, she has nearly two dozen e-books and several anthologies available through eXcessica and Written Expressions. When she’s not working or writing her next story, Ms. Vincent enjoys reading, movies and listening to eighties tunes on her mp3 player. She gets her inspiration from the people in her life, songs she hears on the radio or just her active imagination. Ms. Vincent holds a distinction in the world of erotic fiction as being one of the few authors who remains happily single. Her style comes from the passion, hunger and variety of always being able to call the shots on her own.
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