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Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 25th, 2008 | Posted by ScottOden

It’s Christmas morning.  A mantle of crisp white snow blankets hill and dale.  You rise from your bed and patter down the stairs to find . . . what?  What is your fondest Christmas morning memory?

Mine goes back to when I was fourteen years old.  That summer, I’d boldly announced to my parents that I wanted to be a writer.  This pronouncement was met with stony silence.  “But Scott,” my mother said at length, “how will you be able to live on what writers make?  You need a trade to fall back on.”  My dad never said a word.  A member of the Greatest Generation, a veteran of WWII, he simply shook his head and went on about his business.  My oldest brother, a newspaperman, had taken a year off to write the Great American Novel; I heard my father tell one of his brothers that the only thing that boy of his sold that year was a washer and dryer, and that to get money for his rent.  I was adamant about it, though.

I wrote a few horrible stories that fall, typing each one out on an old Smith-Corona, making copies, and sending them out to Weird Tales (George Scithers was at the helm).  I got the stories back, of course, and though I was discouraged I never gave in.  I also never sold a story.  But, my folks must have seen something they approved of in the way I kept at it.  That Christmas, instead of toys or clothes, they gave me a better typewriter and a large box of supplies: paper, ribbons, pens, notebooks, envelopes, notecards . . . everything I would need to keep submitting stories.  I was shocked, frankly.  Though they never spoke a word of encouragement, their actions let me know they were rooting for me.  Even now, with three books under my belt, my mom will still occasionally scold me for not having a trade to fall back on even as she tries to sneak money for postage into my pocket . . .

So, that’s my fondest Christmas morning memory.  What’s yours?

1 Comment »

  1. Christmas was always a lot of fun when I was a kid.

    I remember on Christmas eve we would all go to my grandparents on my moms side. All kinds of aunts, uncles, cousins, giving presents of all types to each other. And my grandmother would apparently cook for days, because it seems there were always something like 3 entire tables full of food to pick from 😛

    Then on Christmas day, we would go to my grandparents on my dads side. Once again, so many people, lots of food presents, it seemed like endless fun.

    This year I noted how we could only muster up my dad, sister, niece and nephew (including a couple of my nieces babies, but I’m not sure the official family designation of these lil guys).

    Comment by NightHawk777 - December 26, 2008 8:46 pm


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