My favorite Christmas as a child

This is one of my first memories of Christmas as a child. I can’t remember exactly the year; however, it could be 1968 when we moved back to Puerto Rico. I was 8 and my siblings were 5, 2, and three months old.

My bedroom wasn’t the biggest of the house and I didn’t have to share my bedroom with my siblings. There was a baby crib in my room, except I didn’t saw any of my younger siblings sleeping in there. After Thanksgiving, my mother would begin decorating for Christmas. One day I came from school and I saw a large object cover with blankets in the baby crib. It was as big as the crib. I stood in front of it and I call my mother. I ask her if she knew what it was. She looks at me and didn’t know what I was talking about because she didn’t see nothing at all. My brother who was 5 also saw a large object cover with blankets. We didn’t understand what was going on.

This is the story told by my mother about why my brother and I can see something in the crib and not her. First of all, The Three Kings choose homes of children well behaved for this special job, they’re respectful to their parents, and they show kindness to others. The chosen children would let whatever was under those blankets doing their job. There were a few conditions we have to follow, it can’t get touched by anyone, no peeking, do not tell anyone, especially other children or it will disappear forever. She gave us a hug and since she was the parent, she can’t see it. At our age, we didn’t question anything she told us contrary we felt special. We made a promise to respect the conditions no matter, I was anxious to tell my friends. However, I did keep my promise of not telling, besides no one would believe us.

My brother and I would imagine all different kinds of things hiding under those blankets. My brother always saw movements under the covers. We wrote a letter to the Three Kings thanking them for choosing us and for whatever it was under the covers.

The large object in the baby crib stays in my bedroom for a week. One day, I came home from school and it was gone. Looking at the empty crib, we begin to cry thinking that one us broke the rules. My mother saw a letter in the crib and it was from The Three Kings. The letter was a thank you note for being good and for keeping the promise. They told us they sent one of their camels to check the children and they choose our home. The camel loves the crib and he didn’t want to leave. The Three Kings were grateful to us for letting the camel does his job and they promised they would be back on Jan 6th. And the following year they would choose another family. We were the happiest kids in the neighborhood and we kept the secret.

The Three Kings came as they promised. A few years passed and we never mentioned it again. Also, with time pass the memories began to fade. However, when I was a teenager the memory of that day came back. I ask my mother for the truth about what was under those blankets. She would tell me if I promise I will never tell my siblings unless they asked her. And Yes, I keep my promise.

Therefore, here is the real story. My parents went shopping and they bought our presents. One of them was a big toy tractor for one of my brothers. When they got home, I was coming from school. They didn’t have the chance to hide the presents. In a quick second they decide to put the presents it in the crib and covered with a bunch of blankets until my father made the space in their closet. I can’t believe for an entire week our presents were hiding in my bedroom.

After my mother finish, I began to remember my brother getting a toy tractor from The Three Kings. What can I say? something that simple. My mother story makes us feel the magic of Christmas. She had the talent to create amazing stories full of magic. And that’s the reason is one of my favorite memories.

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6 responses to “My favorite Christmas as a child

  1. Wonderful memory, Margret. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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  2. Oh that is a wonderful and special memory of your childhood Christmas. Thanks for sharing it. 🙂

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  3. Love the traditions and memories of Christmas

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