Note: Those of you who have been with me for a while know that I have certain stories that I re-share during the holidays. This is the first of several that you will see (re-see?) over the next few days as I spend less time with the blog and more time with family and friends. Enjoy.
Momma: “Lucille, get away from the fireplace. We live in the projects, you don’t know what might fall out of there.”
Lucille: “But Momma, it’s Christmas Eve. Santa is coming!”
Momma: “Santa? Baby Girl, Santa doesn’t know where we live. We’re on welfare.”
Lucille: “That’s not true. If you are good and kind and don’t kill anybody, Santa will bring you a present for Christmas.”
Momma: “Well, Santa is very busy. Sometimes he can’t get to all the houses.”
Lucille: “But I want to know what he thought about me, if I was good or bad.”
Momma, pausing in her scrubbing of the sink that always looked dingy: “Oh. Well, honey, I’m sure he thinks you’re a wonderful little girl, just like I do. But maybe he won’t be able to tell you that just right now.”
Lucille: “Oh, I know he’ll tell me. Come sit with me, Momma. Let’s wait together.”
Momma, setting the sponge aside and rinsing her hands: “We do have a few cookies in the jar. I suppose I could put them on a plate.”
Lucille: “And milk! He needs a glass of milk. I didn’t have any for dinner just in case.”
Momma: “Yes, we do have extra milk and… well, let me get this all ready.” Momma tinkered a bit and then sat down beside Lucille with a few modest treasures. “I think this should do.”
Lucille: “It’s perfect! I know he’ll like it.”
Momma, hesitant: “But, Baby Girl, sometimes what you hope for is not what you get.”
Lucille smiled: “I just got it.”
Previously published in “Crusty Pie” and “Bonnywood Manor”. No changes made.