“It’s all fun and games until Santa checks the naughty list.”

Yesterday was downright cold and rainy. Today is a bit warmer, in the low 40’s, and drier. It’s still dark. I woke up early again, 5:15. This has to stop.

Today I have big plans. It is time to organize gifts so I can wrap and send them. The outside lights are still sitting on the chair so I need to tackle that task. The trash has to go. It is dump day. My list is long. I just have to fight my sloth tendencies.

Nala stole a decorative pillow from right under my nose so to speak. I only found out when I went on the deck yesterday and saw the yard. All over was the white fluff from inside the pillow. It looked like snow.

My childhood house was one side of a duplex. No room was very big. The kitchen was small. Upstairs were three bedrooms. I shared one with my sister. My brother also shared another bedroom. One day my parents went to do errands. We stayed home. To entertain ourselves, we got the best idea. We’d tie a rope around my sisters’ waists and lower each of them from the second floor window to the ground. My brother and I held on tightly to the rope, for safety sake and all. My sisters loved it. They’d get to the ground, take off the rope and run upstairs for another turn. I don’t remember how many times we lowered each of them, but I remember we stopped before my parents got home. They would never have found out except for a neighbor who ratted on us. My parents were not pleased. We got the lecture about how dangerous it was as we were lowering my sisters to the concrete steps below. We tried to explain our safety measures, but we never got that far.

When I was a kid, I could barely wait until we got our tree. My father usually picked it out. His choices always had bare spots. That was where we put the cardboard decorations. The one I remember the best was a Santa with a bottle of coke in his hand. He usually ended up in the middle of the tree. When I was an adult, I went with my mother to pick out the tree. Hers never had bare spots, and hers were expensive. When my father asked the price, my mother always lowered the cost by as much as $15.00 to save him from apoplexy.

Once the telegraph man came not long before Christmas. He delivered a telegram addressed to the Ryan Children. It was from Santa. It was also a warning. He said he was watching us to make sure we stayed on the nice list. I still have that telegram. It has yellowed over the years. It is the only telegram I have ever received.

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8 Comments on ““It’s all fun and games until Santa checks the naughty list.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Well I do understand Your parents but I laughed out loud when I read about it 🙂 🙂 🙂

    My mother was always the one buying the tree and yes it was expensive and no it had no bare spots 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      I thought it was unfair as neither of my sisters were hurt at all. They had the best time.

      My mother and I always found the perfect trees. They were beautiful every year.

      Enjoy your day!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    My father bought the tree. It wasn’t expensive and it would have voids but he had a solution. He saved the branches from the bottom that had to be cut off to fit the tree into the holder and make it short enough to fit into the living room. He’d drill holes in the trunk of the tree where it needed filling and then use Elmer’s Glue to glue the extra branches in the space.
    Someone is building a prefab house at the end of my street. It’s rather large. It’s interesting to watch one giant crane lifting the various sections and putting them into place. They started at 7 AM and they’ve already got the sections together and the three roof peaks placed on top. The crane is huge. It picks up the house sections and the flat bed they’re on and moves the whole thing from off the street to a position on the lot where the crew needs it to be. When the house section is removed from the flat bed, the crane then picks the flat bed up and puts it back on the street so the truck can hitch up and take it away.
    It’s cold up here and some of the dusting of snow we got last night is still hanging around.
    Have a great day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      My father’s trees were always ugly. My mother’s trees were always full and beautiful. I had a friend who did something similar with their sort of skimpy trees. He cut off branches from the back, drilled holes all around the front of the tree and stuck the branches in the holes. His tree was beautiful, and you never saw the back. He taught me to make wreaths. I used to make them for all my windows.

      When I was in San Antonio for a visit, a new hotel was being built on the river walk. It too was prefab, and I watched them place one room on top of another. The whole building was still open on one side, the side facing the river. I was intrigue liked you watching that building. It is amazing.

      All rain for us last night, but it is really raw and cold right now..

      Have a wonderful evening!

  3. William Sandford Says:

    Modular is preferred term. Prefab refers to wall panels and components made in a factory. We live in a modular.

  4. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I have never bought a Christmas Tree. Buying a Christmas tree probably reminds me of the line in my favorite holiday movie, “A Christmas Story “. The narrator, Jean Shepherd, says, “My father could bargain like an Arab trader”. Did your father negotiate the price of her Christmas tree? Did yoir mother not negotiate and pay full price? 🙂 I remember when the first artificial trees showed up in the 1950s. Lots of people wanted modern looking, space age trees, similar to what they imagined the Jetsoms would have in their home in the 21st. century. What happened? 🙂

    Today we hit a high temperature of nearly 80° and tomorrow is forecasted to be even warmer. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I don’t ever remember my mother negotiating, and I didn’t go with my father when he bought the tree. I can’t imagine him negotiating a skimpy tree. I don’t know anyone who negotiated. Trees are usually divided in the lot by price. My father went to one end while my mother went to the other.

      My mother when she was much older and after my father had passed away bought an artificial tree. One year she left it up all year and decorated for each holiday. It always amazing.

      I have always wanted an aluminum, not as my central tree, but just for the fun of it. My sister gave me a really small one which I love. I always put red bulbs on it.


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