I would like you to meet Ellen Burch, who was my daughter’s second grade teacher many years ago. Ellen does not blog but was kind enough to share her story with us about her memory of Christmas.
I was nine years old. My brothers were 7 and 2. George had just turned two as his birthday is 2 days before Christmas. My dad was overseas.
My mom was alone in San Clemente, CA with the three of us. We lived in a one bedroom adobe duplex. My brother and I slept on the porch, my mom and baby brother in the bedroom. We were very poor but as kids we didn’t realize it. Mom always made sure we had what we needed.
Well, this particular Christmas we did our tradition of going out and looking at the beautiful lights. We never knew that my mom was sad because she would be seeing disappointment on her children’s faces the next morning. After we got home, we got ready for bed.
Soon after, there was a knock on the front door. We looked out the front window and there was a fire truck with lights flashing. My mom went to the door and who should be standing there – Santa Claus! Santa had brought us presents and he came on a fire truck! We were so excited! Santa had made a special trip just for us! My brothers got cars and trucks – you know boy stuff! I got the Tales of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter. I loved that book {and still love her) and read till the I wore it out.
So when people look at me funny when I say “Yes, I sure do!”, that’s why! I will always believe in the spirit of Santa Claus and the goodness of people!
Ellen <><
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