Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Christmas 1953 was a bad one for my Sister and it was all my fault. She was 10 and I was 12. That year I had figured out where my parents had hidden all of the unwrapped presents. I told my sister that I knew where they were and asked if she wanted to see her presents. She told me she did and I believed her.
Now, I knew that I shouldn't be doing it but I had always looked out for her and I THOUGHT she would want to see the presents. I didn't mind getting in trouble if it made her happy.
We went from hiding spot to hiding spot and I would climb up on a chair and then open the box and show her the present. She was delighted and promised to keep it a secret. We always kept our promises to each other so I trusted her. I had no reason not to as we had a very special bond.
Now, move ahead to Christmas morning. The family was gathered around the tree with great anticipation. My parents had no idea that I had violated their secret hiding places. My sister and I were eager to open our presents and it was a joyous morning. Well, at least it started as a joyous morning. As we opened each gift we were excited and thanked our parents for the gifts. There weren't a lot but we knew they couldn't afford a lot. That was OK with us.
All of the presents had been opened and then disaster struck. My world began to slowly spiral into the ground. My Sister began to cry and my parents tried to get her to tell them why she was upset. After too long a time my sister finally blurted out that she thought she would get something that she hadn't seen already.
At that point my parents were confused and tried to get her to explain what she meant. Shirley kept her promise. She didn't tell what I had done and my parents were getting frustratedd. Sir Walter Scott was so right. "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decive." There was no way out. I was trapped. I could not let this go any further so I told my parents what I had done. The only thing that saved me from a trip to the basement and Mom yielding Dad's leather belt was the fact that it was Christmas.
I apologized to my parents. I hugged my Sister and apologized to her. That helped calm things down and they all seemed satisfied with my apology. That worked for them but it didn't work for me. I felt absolutely miserable for what I had done to her on that very special day. A few years ago we talked about that day and she had long forgotten it. I hadn't and I never stopped regretting my act of deceit.
Now, let's all pull all of those high calorie treats out of their hiding place and put them out where we can be held accountable for what we eat.
Enjoy the ride,