The writing prompt I choose this week from mamakat was to Write about a memory related to a holiday and boy do I remember this holiday well!
Christmas morning started off like every morning does ... 3 excited kids up as soon as the light filled our rooms running to the living room to see what "Santa" brought us. As we got to the living room it was still pretty dark (mainly due to the thick curtains my mom had at the time) the lights from the tree were twinkling, and for a few seconds I remember thinking that this was my favorite part of Christmas. Then we saw what Santa left.
There in front of the TV were 2 identical bikes with my brother and sisters name on them and for a minute I was very upset "where's mine?" I said. I heard my mom say to my dad she doesnt see it yet in laughing voice. I started to scan the room and there it was the coolest, bestest Christmas present I had ever got, a brand new stereo!! You remember the ones with the wooden stands that had a record player, radio, and tape deck it was beautiful and it was all mine! I was so excited I think I let "Santa" know that I was VERY VERY happy with my gift.
After all the presents were opened I moved my stereo to my room that I shared at the time with my sister and found the perfect spot for it and instructed my sister that if I caught her grubby paws on it I would have to hurt her. (yeah yeah I was that kind of big sister but in my defense she was always breaking my stuff.)
The day wore on and we were all doing this and that trying to avoid the kitchen so mom wouldnt make us help cook dinner. I remember I left my room just to get a drink and I got picked to set the table, while I was setting the table mom was pulling out the turkey for some reason I guess she thought a 20 pound turkey in an aluminum baking pan was a good idea ... can you see where I'm going with this? Thats right the aluminum pan bent in the middle and all that hot turkey juice spilled over the sides and landed on my moms foot some how I have no idea how she didnt drop the turkey but she screamed and everyone in the house ran into the kitchen to see what happened. We didnt really understand at the time that my mom was really hurt we thought geez just wipe it off and lets eat already (I know we were some sensitive kids) we figured if she was really hurt dad would take her to the hospital who knew about insurance and stuff ... not me ... appearantly we didnt have any back then. I remember my dad coming out to finish up supper and mom finally came limping out of her room a little bit later and we had Christmas dinner.
I remember my moms foot not healing for the longest time and every year my mom still calls to remind us NOT to use aluminum baking pans to cook our turkeys in just in case we forgot that Christmas. Not likely!