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Oh, as long as I'm being nostalgic I gotta tell the story of Christmas when I was in third grade, which would be 1989. On the last day before vacation started we had a really bad cold spell, like temperatures in the double digits below zero with even colder wind chills, or something like that.
School wasn't cancelled, but my parents were telling me I didn't have to go to school if I didn't want to, I could just stay home, it was so cold out and what classwork would I miss, and so on. Yes dear friends, they actually were trying to talk me out of going to school.
I wanted to go though, for the following reasons:
- We were having our class Christmas party. We had been reading Little House On The Prairie and decided to have a gift exchange, where you drew the name of a fellow student out of a hat and had to give them a handmade gift. My mom and I had spent an evening baking sugar cookies, frosting and decorating them, and putting them in a big tin to give as my gift. I wanted to be able to give it.
- We were also having our class Christmas concert and I had a big role in it. My and one of my classmates acted as narrators, telling a story and along the way the class would come in and sing a song or do a skit. We had been rehearsing it a lot and I wanted to be able to perform.
So my parents drove me to school but told me they probably wouldn't be able to come to the concert. I understood but was a bit disappointed.
So we had our party (the recipient of my cookies really liked them, BTW) and then had our concert. I entered the auditorium and looked out into the audience and saw...my mom and dad. They made it to the concert after all.
And when the concert was done we all went out to McDonalds or some other fast-food place since that was normally our Friday treat.
As I've grown older all the Christmases seem to blend together, but that one still stands out to me.
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