The Christmas Spirit

Christmas time is here again. At my age, it seems difficult to summon up the Christmas spirit.

Maple Shade, NJ Christmas 1960’s

But when I was a child, it was a different story. I remember the days leading up to Christmas seemed to go by at a snailโ€™s pace. I would ask my mother every day, โ€œHow many more days until Christmas, Mom?

She answered, โ€œOne less than when you asked me yesterday. Now, why donโ€™t you go find something to do and keep yourself busy.โ€

I know if I kept bugging her, sheโ€™s going to find something for me to do. โ€œOK, Mom, I think Iโ€™ll take a walk. Iโ€™ll be back in a little while.โ€

I decided to walk downtown and look in the windows of the stores. We live in a little town in Southern New Jersey called Maple Shade. And all the stores are decorated for Christmas. We even have a Christmas parade. And Santa Clause takes a ride all over town in the fire truck. And he throws candy to all the kids that are lined up on the sidewalks. All my friends and I walked down the pike on Main Street to see it yesterday. We had such fun. It was really cold outside, so we all had our winter coats on and hats and gloves and snow boots. Because the day before yesterday, we got over a foot of snow.

As I walked down the street, I noticed that the repair shop had a TV in the window, and it was playing Itโ€™s A Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart. Iโ€™ve seen this story before, but all the same, I stand there and watch it for quite a while. I canโ€™t hear the sound, of course, but I know most of the dialogue anyway since Iโ€™ve seen it so many times. I decided to walk down to the Five & Dime Store to look at all the cool toys in the window. I asked Santa for a Barbie doll. I hope I get one.

The Christmas Lights along Main Street are beautiful. Of course, they look better when itโ€™s dark out. The volunteer firemen drove up and down Main Street in their Fire Trucks and put up the lights and the Christmas Wreaths with big red bows on them the week before Thanksgiving. I watched them. The Rexall Drug Store is next to the Five & Dime Store. They have a display with a train set riding around on the train tracks with little houses and churches and trees and tiny little people walking around. There is even a little dog in the front yard of one of the little houses. At least, I think itโ€™s a dog, but itโ€™s hard to tell because it is so little. Above the houses, Santa is flying through the air with his reindeer, including Rudolph with his red nose. Thereโ€™s a little stream of smoke coming out of the smokestack of the train engine. I wish we had one of those going around our tree.

I walk down to the bakery and look in their window. There are so many delicious-looking cakes in the window. My stomach starts growling really loud. My mother says I have a sweet tooth. Iโ€™m not sure what that means. But I really do love candy and cake. I hope I get some candy canes in my Christmas stocking and some chocolate kisses with red and green foil wrapped around them. Oh, how I would love to have an รฉclair too. My mother is making a cake for Christmas. She is a really good baker. I hope she makes a vanilla cake with shredded coconut on it. I really do love coconut. Oh, I almost forgot that every Christmas, my mother makes a giant tin of Christmas cookies. She puts the cookie dough in a cookie press, squeezes out these cookies in all kinds of shapes, and puts different colored sprinkles on them. I always find where she hides the cookie tin in the cellar, and I eat a whole bunch of them before Christmas gets here.

As Iโ€™m walking down Main Street, I see a police car coming in my direction. The car pulls over, and I hear the policeman calling out my name and saying, โ€œMerry Christmas, Susie.โ€

I walk over to the curb, and I see it is Mr. Lombardi, our next-door neighbor. He is a policeman in our town. โ€œMerry Christmas, Officer Lombardi,โ€ I scream at the top of my voice. And then he waves again and drives away.

I continue walking down the street, and I see a couple of kids from school. I hear them yelling, โ€œHey Susie, do you want to go and play behind the church?โ€

โ€œSure,โ€ I say. When I caught up with them, I saw it was my friend Helen and Ann Marie.

โ€œWhat were you up to, Susie?โ€

โ€œNothing, just walking downtown and looking in all the store windows. What do you guys want to do?โ€™

โ€œWe were just going behind the church and seeing who is playing in the snow out there. Are you getting anything good for Christmas, Susie?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know what Iโ€™ll get, but I asked for a Barbie doll and some art supplies. How about you guys? What did you ask for Christmas?โ€

โ€œI ask for two games, Operation and Twister. I love games, said Ann Marie. โ€œ

โ€œI ask for an Easy-Bake oven. said, Helen.โ€

โ€œOh, that sounds like fun.โ€

We rounded the corner at Main Street and Fellowship Road, and I said, โ€œLetโ€™s have a race to the pump house behind the church. Ready, set, go.โ€

And we all ran as fast as we could. And at the last minute, I slipped on an icy spot and fell flat on my back. Ann Marie and Helen ran up to me and said all at once,โ€ Are you alright?โ€

โ€œYes.โ€ I manage to say, even though the wind really got knocked out of me.

โ€œOk, then I bet I can beat you to the pump house Helen yells.โ€ And before I even got up from the icy sidewalk, they were running at top speed to the pump house. I scramble up and start running as fast as I can. I was just about to catch up with them when I heard them yelling, โ€œWe beat you; we beat you.โ€

All the same, I kept running, and before you knew it, I was scrambling up the side of the pump tower to the top along with them. There were a whole lot of kids from Our Lady of Perpetual Help school there and some of the public-school kids too. And they were climbing up hills of snow and sledding across the parking lot. We laughed hard, and the air was so cold I could hardly breathe. I donโ€™t know how long I stayed out there. But I knew by the time I heard my mother yelling, โ€œSusie, itโ€™s time to come home. It was starting to get dark outside. What a day it was, what a day!

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