I have always felt so special. I will tell you why. My parents had five boys aged 1 to 6 years, then I was born on Christmas Day almost 92 years ago. The boys hoped for toys, but found me under the Christmas tree.
And in years to come and stockings hung and “Jingle Bells” sung we emptied the stockings, what fun.
Santa put an apply in each one. But special to me I also got an orange. What a treat. Mother always made me a coconut cake, so sweet.
The years went by and the family totalled 14 kiddies in all. Brothers totaled nine and sisters, five. One brother brought Phil around, happy, happy day.
He made me his wife in December 1941. We celebrated 70 years. What a loving life. Our children totaled four. At 92 years of age he left us.
For years my honey would go in stores and ask if they had a card that said, “Happy Christmas Birthday to my wife on our anniversary?” One could not be found. He made his own. Thank you, Phil.
What would we do without such loving special Yuletide memories?
Fitzpatrick writes from Seaville.
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