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I snuggled further under the woolen comforter in the cold back bedroom of the little house. The moon shone through the bare window, its light glistening on the icy pane. My two sisters slept soundly in the bed beside me, but sleep would not come for me. I was wide awake. It was 3:00 a.m., just before dawn on Christmas day, 1935. I was seven years old and had just learned one of the most significant facts of my life. THERE WAS NO SANTA CLAUS! I thought back over the events of the Christmas Eve and remembered past Christmases in my short life. It was such a relief to know that there was no real Santa Claus. It explained so many things I had wondered about. |
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I was born in 1928, just as the Great Depression was descending on America. My family, while not destitute and not homeless, was very poor. Food was hard to come by and gifts and luxuries were almost non-existent. However, when Christmas came, our family always celebrated. We had a tree, cut from the woods behind the house, which we carefully trimmed with popcorn and other homemade decorations. There were gifts, too and that was the cause of my problem about Santa Claus. On Christmas morning, my sisters , Martha and Bonnie and I, found that Santa had left long brown stockings, new underwear, perhaps an orange or an apple under the tree for our Christmas treat. Sometimes there would be a slice of fruitcake or a small bag of hard candies. Never was there a shiny necklace, a fur muff, a beaded purse, or, God forbid, a doll. These were always wished for; never received. But we had been taught to be grateful for what we had and did not complain. After all, a bag of hard candy was special and a nice change from the solid but hum-drum meals of navy bean soup and cornmeal mush, usual fare for the family. Still, I wondered why Santa never brought a necklace or a doll. He, apparently had unlimited resources. |
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This particular Christmas Eve, my family and I had gone to church for the Christmas event that was called " The Tree". At this gathering, Santa Claus distributed gifts to all the children. The gifts had been secretly taken to the church, complete with wrappings and name tags. At this celebration, Santa gave me three oranges, a new pair of brown leather oxfords and a blouse that looked suspiciously like something my mother had made. |
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"Maxie," Mother said quietly, as she held her crying child. "We must talk. I think it is time you knew." She carefully explained that there was no real Santa Claus. "Santa is just a symbol of Christmas. Your parents are the ones who give you the gifts. We are poor right now, and we give you what we can. We do not have enough money to buy dolls and other expensive gifts. We wish we could give you the things you dream of, but we cannot." |
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