No Gift of the Magi

Wow!  I can't believe Christmas is next week!  Aren't we just getting over summer vacations?  What happened to Halloween?  It was here, then it wasn't and all of a sudden, BAM!  The holiday season was here.  Not that I object to the holiday season, I'm an everything Christmas ho.  I love the season and everything connected with it, always have, always will.  I'm still a little girl at heart and I would love to recapture the feeling of little girl Christmas Eve.  Every now and then, I can feel some of the excitement of childhood and it makes me so happy.  Every now and then, I'll have a deja vu moment regarding the waaay distant past of childhood and it's just wonderful.  I can't describe how incredible it is for me to experience this feeling.  Of course, there are some remembrances that aren't so wonderful, but I'm quite adept at throwing out memories I don't like.  Like the Christmas a boy visited my house and brought a beautifully wrapped Christmas present.  My mother answered the door and I heard him talking.  I tried to hide from him in my closet, but my mother hunted me down like a wild animal and literally threw me at his feet.  I was 10 and despised boys.  I had to accept his love offering while I was holding my new Christmas doll.  The doll was a "walking doll," and was about as big as I was, and had flaming red hair.  She wore a beautiful green plaid dress and had white patent leather shoes.  I had just received her and was no doubt engaged in some fantasy world with her when the doorbell rang and the boy with awakening hormones tried to ruin my entire life first by allowing my mother to realize a boy was interested in me, then by offering a present!!!!  I remember staring him down as he handed me the beautiful Christmas box, then looking down at my doll and realizing they shared GAH the same hair color!  I grabbed the box and slammed the front door shut!  Then I threw the present on the kitchen table and ran to my room.  My mother came in later and asked what was in the box and I told her I didn't know.  I hadn't opened the present.  She mentioned something about rudeness and manners blah blah blah and I with dread, I opened the box.  Chocolates.  Maybe that boy wasn't so stupid, but I still hated him for liking me.  And exposing his feelings for the world to see!!  Nitwit.  Oh how I suffered...  But as I stated earlier, that's a memory I've thrown out...