Twas the night before Christmas

 
The night before Christmas and peeking out the back window shade.
It must had been about 10-O-clock and I was peeking out the back bedroom window.  What I saw was most encouraging.  I saw my dad carrying into the back door a brand-new blue Schwinn 3-speed racer bicycle.  I thought to myself, hot diggitydog!  How am I going to sleep tonight.  But somehow I managed to fall asleep. 
Then the following morning I began to hear people stir and talk softly.  Then the phone rang and someone said it was our old maid Aunt Elsie wanting to know if all were up and ready for Christmas morning.  She would be right over with more gifts. 
Then my dad came to our bedroom door and knocked.  Get up you guys, Aunt Elsie will be here in a minute or two.  Plus the Morgan’s(my mom’s sister’s family) across the way will be her any time.
It didn’t take a half second to get up, go pee, and wash my hands, and dash into the living room. 
And there to my surprise were two brand new Schwinn bicycles.  One blue and one red.  My brother quickly stated the blue three-speed racer bike with hand breaks was his.  The red single speed slower looking bike with big fat tires and coaster breaks was mine.  He went on to say he bought the three-speed himself with his paper rout money.  Never mind I had to help my brother at no cost to him; deliver his freaking papers before sunrise each morning as firmly requested by my dad.  Or else.
Merry Christmas.
 
 

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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