Monday, 15 December 2008
B L D No. 15
My kids get so grossed out when I tell this story. Oh well, what can I say, it is what really happened.
Now imagine if you can one bedroom with seven girls in it. Mickey, Shelly, and I shared one bed (we were the best of bed mates) and Jacquie, Camille, Colette and Lori shared the other (I think – I know my bed mates for sure; you other girls can help clarify this. Suzie, I think you and Kathy slept downstairs?).
I need to speak a little bit here about socks. Our bedroom floor was covered in clothes and socks were part of those clothes. I would get up and put on whatever socks I found on the floor, so either I wore them the day(s) before or someone else did. I know are your grossed out yet? At the time, I never gave it a second thought. (Do you think that this is now the reason my family all have a zillion pairs of socks.)
On Christmas Eve there was always a flurry of activity to find the cleanest sock on the floor as it would be our Christmas stocking.
We laid our Christmas stockings (knee highs) at the end of our bed. Inside our stockings (not dirty socks that magical night) was always a Japanese orange, nuts, and hard Christmas candy (not even wrapped in plastic; yummy).
Mom and Dad always had the local news on at 6 p.m. and would call us to come and see because the weather man was tracking Santa on a radar system and Santa was getting close to Winnipeg.
We prepared for him to come to our house by leaving out milk and a cookie and also leaving the reindeer salt and a carrot.
Oh Happy Days………