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Christmas at Three

I peeled last year’s scotch tape off the dark blue paper and unfolded it to show the white stars. After the big kids showed me how they wrapped theirs, I folded the paper up over his gift and tucked the extra inches under before I taped it all closed.

Bob cut a tree from the field behind the barn, knocked snow off the branches, and dragged it onto the back porch. He nailed on a base and stood the tree over the bare spot in the middle of our carpet. He draped it with lights and plugged them in. Cold fell on me while I set the blue-wrapped gift under the branches.

Mimi and Birdie brought out clear glass balls painted in lines of light blue and frosty white and suspended them from the tree. They hung thin strips of tinfoil over high branches while I dangled it from those I could reach.

Every night I watched the glow until Mother said bedtime. First I checked the pile of gifts for the one in dark blue. Then I crawled up the stairs and under the covers. 

Christmas morning we crowded around the tree and one by one unwrapped each gift until the only package under the tree was dark blue scattered with stars. 

Birdie picked it up. “Who’s this for?”

I sat up straight. “Tom.”

“Tom Who?”

“Little Tom.”

“Who is ‘Little Tom’?”

“You know. Little Tom of Bethlehem!”

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4 Responses to Christmas at Three

  1. Bob Poet December 25, 2017 at 8:58 PM #

    How cute! Loved it!

  2. Esther December 29, 2017 at 4:53 AM #

    How cute! Loved it very much!!!

  3. Nancy (Snyder) Ragatz December 29, 2017 at 7:39 PM #

    Good memories! I, too, have wonderful memories of Christmas’s past. Mostly I remember Dad tying the tree to the picture window frame on either side so it would stand straight and not fall. He cut it down on our own property. And a doll and a bike–treasured gifts! And every Christmas Eve my older brothers and sister would come over with the kids and we’d have a big meal and gifts! Now most of them are gone except the kids. Glad for those memories! Thanks, Dave.

  4. Joyce Stokes Crevier January 3, 2018 at 8:02 PM #

    Love the play on Little Tom of Bethlehem…without my glasses was reading it as Oh Little Town of Bethlehem …can I say my Dad (A Free Methodist minister Rev. Emery Stokes always tied our tree on each side of window frame to keep it straight and steady …which brought back memories. A few gifts made my brother, sister and I very happy. And Thank you. Am I in a different time zone?

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