My Favorite Christmas Memory
Kathy Streib challenged us to share a favorite Christmas memory. I've been thinking about it for a week now and I'm still having a hard time narrowing down to one favorite memory. There were so many good times!
My dad died when I was six so my mom was left to raise four kids on her own. I have no complaints because she did an amazing job, but it did mean we were usually hovering just above the poverty line and on a pretty tight budget. While other kids seemed to get a lot of gifts (all toys and money), most of ours would be necessities like school clothes. In fact, my grandparents always bought us the same gift every year: a 12-pack of tube socks! The best part? They wouldn't even take the time to wrap them. We gathered round, they opened the paper shopping bag, and handed them out to the kids. It was one of the worst gifts ever, but it's become an endearing joke and one of my favorite memories.
My favorite memory doesn't have a picture. After my dad died, we moved to Baker City, Oregon (now just Baker) and entered missionary training with New Tribes Bible Institute. After two years there, we moved to Jackson, Michigan for additional training. But before language school, my mom decided it might be best for us to go back to our home town in Oregon. We still had some land so we hit the trail in the summer of 1980.
During our years with New Tribes, mom was able to save up a little money so we put a down-payment on a double-wide trailer. It was supposed to be delivered the first week of October but didn't show up until days before Christmas. There was plastic on the windows, no utilities, and no furniture. However, my family of five had been living in a little camper designed to sleep three, so we couldn't wait to move into our new home!
I don't have a picture of that year but this one is from the year prior. I'm in the bottom-left corner. I can't remember if we had a tree. I don't remember any of the presents we opened that day. But I know we sat around in our pajamas and bath robes, opening presents one by one, and feeling like we were finally home. It was my favorite Christmas!
And the tube socks? Grandpa came through!
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