Christmas is coming closer. My daughter brought back the homework paper from school, and one of the paper is to write down a wish list for Christmas presents from Santa.
Before my daughter submitted the homework paper, I took a glance of it. It was written “a baby sister.” It was cute, and made me smile, but t the same time, I felt sorry for my daughter. Sorry… it’s not going to happen… I thought to myself.
I thought of my childhood days. I did exact the same thing to my parents. My parents asked me to write down something else.
When I was small, my family had a family phone book. At the SA area, we had a phone number of Santa. As the Christmas got closer, my mom would ask my brother and me what we wanted to have for the Christmas presents, and called Santa to let him know about our wish list. Now that I think back, the number was the phone number of my dad’s company.
When my mom called Santa, he would ask us if we had been good for the year and if we deserved a good present or not. One time I requested Santa a grand piano. Santa mentioned something about budget. He said it was beyond his budget or something. I was too small to understand those words. On the Christmas morning, I had a small box sitting next my pillow. I instantly knew it was not a grand piano. It was a small toy piano. I don’t know why I still remember this, but it is one of my favorite memories with my parents.
While I raise my daughter, I am always amazed how quickly she is growing. Everything is precious. I would like to enjoy every precious moment in her growing up process. And I think about my parents. They probably thought the same way in raising us.
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