I forgot to mention I want a bicycle. Thank You …
Dori (my family called me this when I was growing-up)
Those were the words that rattled inside my mind when I saw this very shiny bicycle near our Christmas tree when I was 9 years old on Christmas morning.
I know what most of you are thinking, ‘Why did she believe in Santa Claus at age 9?’ That’s a little old to believe in things that don’t exist.
But, I always believed everything my parents said to me even if classmates said there wasn’t a Santa Claus. Parents wouldn’t fib to their children. Besides, we were taught everyday in Catholic school that lying was a sin. I didn’t want to believe my parents would commit a sin on purpose. My little sister was 5 then and she believed in Santa. Should I have spoiled it for her? No. And so, I believed.
On this Christmas morning, I questioned whether or not I had asked for the right gifts. Although, I had 2 gifts this particular year. It had always been just one. I must have been real good. I was thrilled when I opened my first gift and it was the special Shirley Temple doll I had asked for. She had the prettiest smile and blonde curls. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a crisp white blouse and a beret atop those ringlets of curls. The second gift was the exact beret Shirley Temple wore when I had seen her at the Macy’s store on 5th Avenue. My family had gone into the city to see Santa and all of the wonderful New York decorations. As I think back to that day, my grandmother had taken us to have lunch while my mother did some errands. Doing Santa’s work, I’m sure. Well, he did fulfill my wishes.
But there in the middle of the living room, next to a brightly lit tree, was this blue and white shiny bicycle. It had a giant white bow and my older sisters’ name on it. It was so pretty. It was really very high too. I could barely reach the handle bars. It was gleaming and satiny bright. When my sister saw it she squealed and jump all around the living room. She had a huge smile on her face and slight giggles emitted as she spoke. We all gathered around it as we oohed and aahed.
Excited and ready to get her new bicycle outside, my sister ran into her room to get dressed. I waited in the living room with my Shirley Temple doll. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to ride. When she grabbed her bicycle and was ready to go my mother told her she couldn’t go outside.
Stunned she asked, why?
She was told the bad news. It had snowed 5” during the night. The sidewalks were covered in snow. Well, she wasn’t having any of it. She trotted down the 2 flights of stairs with her new bicycle and went outside. She rode on the snow. Of course, she fell a lot too. It didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t going to be stopped. All of us watched from the window and laughed.
Weeks later the weather improved. Eventually, she gave me a ride on her new bicycle. I didn’t know how to ride a 2 wheel bike. She had to hold onto me and the bike as I attempted to reach the pedals. It was futile. I was too short. Since she had asked for a boys bike with the bar that ran across from the seat to the handle bars my riding days quickly ended. We did have a great many fun rides with me sitting on the back fender while holding onto the seat.
Four years later, when she left home at 18, I was given the bicycle. I learned to ride. But, I was never as interested in bike riding as she was.
I guess I did get the right gifts from Santa that Christmas, after all.
2014©written by Isadora
December 24, 2014 at 3:41 pm
Merry Christmas to you and yours … and thanks for sharing your goodness with us on these pages.
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December 16, 2014 at 11:53 pm
Loved my Schwinn! And my Shirley Temple doll! Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end… 😉
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December 13, 2014 at 9:28 pm
Lovely memories, Issy. I’m sure there were times when I wished I’d got what my sister had, and vice versa. 🙂 I’m sure I still believed in Santa when I was nine.
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December 16, 2014 at 9:57 am
I suppose it’s the competition children have about who is best liked by the parents. Family finances dictated the gifts we received too. My Dad worked 3 jobs when I was growing up. I always treasured whatever I received and made sure they were well tajen care of. It created a habit that I have to this day. Glad you enjoyed 😊my trip down memory lane. 😄
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December 11, 2014 at 7:42 am
what a delightful story. the tradition i grew up with is where the Christ Child brought the gifts. There was St Nickolas of course, and he left behind goodies and treats in your shoes on December 6 if you had been well-behaveding throughout the year. otherwise you would find a lump of coal in your shoe instead.
and there was a Santa – he was actually my Dad in a Santa suit who went to my uncle & aunt’s home as Santa was part of their tradition. apparently one of my cousins said, it really looks like Santa, but he’s wearing uncle’s boots. 🙂
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December 11, 2014 at 7:43 am
*well-behaved, i mean
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December 16, 2014 at 9:58 am
hahaha … I thought that’s what you meant. Fingers can go wild sometimes. 😃
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December 16, 2014 at 10:05 am
Traditions are so very interesting. Where did you grow up? We used to be threatened that we’d get coal too if we weren’t good.
In Puerto Rico, December 24th is about the Christ child coming. No gifts are exchanged. It about family, eating, praying and eventually music and dancing. Then, on January 6th, when the 3 kings arrived they leave gifts in a box with straw placed under the bed.
I loved hearing about your traditions. Funny how some kids can’t be fooled.
Thanks for visiting and leaving your thought provoking comment, Kris. Happy & Merry Christmas !!!! 🎄 🎁 🎅 💝
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December 10, 2014 at 10:33 pm
I had a Schwinn bike when I was about twelve. It was red with a front basket. Thanks for bringing back the memories, Izzy. I haven’t thought of that bike in years. 🙂
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December 10, 2014 at 11:37 pm
I think that was the most popular brand at that time. Bright red and bright blue were the colors I remember. 🎅 🎄
Your welcome on the memories. 😎 Christmas tends to bring a great many things to mind.
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December 10, 2014 at 9:44 pm
I never had a bike as a child. In fact I got my first one in my forties, needless to say I couldn’t ride it too well and fell off spectacularly once!
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December 10, 2014 at 11:32 pm
I don’t think bicycle riding was for me. The seats were always a bit uncomfortable. LOL
I wasn’t disappointed that I had gotten my sisters bike. The fascination had worn off the 1st time I fell. I scraped and bruised my knee terribly. 🎅 🎄
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December 10, 2014 at 7:58 pm
Izzy, a charming story. I trust this is part of your memoir-writing? You really should do more of this. It just sings to and from the heart. ❤
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December 10, 2014 at 11:39 pm
Yes, mi amiga, it sure is. A less detailed story. I enjoy dipping into those crevices of my mind once in-a-while to find these little vignettes. This was one of the nicer stories. Thanks for your high praise, Lorna. It’s always encouraging for me. 🎅 🎄
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December 10, 2014 at 11:50 pm
You really should “dip” more often. These stories are wonderful and so well-written. 🙂
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December 10, 2014 at 7:55 pm
Dear Isadora,
What a great story! And you really saw Shirley Temple!!!! So cool! Thanks for sharing.
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December 10, 2014 at 11:34 pm
Thank you, Naomi. Who didn’t want to be Shirley Temple?! I’m sure she influenced my tap dancing days. 🎅🎄
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December 10, 2014 at 7:45 pm
Wait, what? You mean Santa isn’t real?
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December 10, 2014 at 11:29 pm
Oh, yes …. there is a Santa Claus. You just have to BELIEVE. I still do !!!!! 😎🎅
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