Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

On the First Day of Christmas

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Don’t worry. I’m not going to sing. (Be glad.)

A loooong time ago when we were first married, G-Man and I lived in a town far, far away . . . well, not so far, really.

G-Man was a cute red-headed pharmacist when I met him, and about a month after we married (which, really, wasn’t long after we met) we moved to Bartlesville, Oklahoma. He worked for a firm opening a new pharmacy in town, and I managed the junior department in a big department store.

Calico cat (Felis silvestris catus)

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We lived on the other side of town in a pretty little house with a big, fenced backyard for our dog, a beautiful, lemon colored basset hound named Rex, and our calico cat, Kitty Kitty.

That year after much discussion, we had a “real” Christmas tree. G-Man’s family always bought pine trees, mine always went out and cut a cedar, so for many years we traded back and forth. One year pine, the next cedar.

But that first year, we had cedar. I thought it was beautiful! G-Man watched me decorate it, carefully distributing the balls we’d bought for it. (G-Man never has been one for hanging ornaments on trees. Go figure.)

When I’d finished everything else, I always put icicles on the tree. Icicles were those tiny strips of silver (like flimsy tin foil) that we draped over the tips of the branches to give the entire tree a frosted look. Okay, it wasn’t frosted looking, but it had a tiny bit of bling.

Our tree was perfect–in my eyes, anyway.

Then one day I went to work while G-Man had the afternoon off. When I came home at the end of a long day (around Christmas, retail has the longest days!) I found him standing proudly by our tree, a huge grin on his face. “I fixed the tree!”

I hoped he meant he watered it. Ha. “What was wrong with it?” After all, I’d decorated by myself. He was criticizing my handiwork.

“Nothing. I just made it better.” He pointed at the tree. He’d taken off ALL the icicles I’d so carefully placed all over its entire seven feet and tied them in bundles of twenty or thirty. “You couldn’t see the icicles the other way. Now you can.”

Fat clumps of silver weighed down some of the branches where delicate wisps of delight had previously floated near the tips.

I don’t remember being particularly pleased (I might have cried something like, “You ruined it!”) but that part of my memory isn’t clear.

Anyway, we were going to dinner with some friends from work and G-Man wanted me to open my gift from him before we went.

Now, I love surprises on Christmas morning so much that as a kid, I never, ever tried to find presents before the big day. But as he pointed out, I really didn’t have anything to wear since I’d lost some weight our first six months we were married.

My heart was heavy at the prospect of no surprise on Christmas morning, but I opened it. He’d bought me a beautiful wool pantsuit. I had a great new haircut and felt like a million dollars on our date.

When Christmas came, I decided to focus on what I’d bought him and the critters rather than bewail the fact that I had nothing under the tree.

I gave G-Man his gifts. I don’t remember what small gifts he got, but Santa brought him insulated overalls to wear when he rode his motorcycle. 

Then he told me it was my turn. He went to the outbuilding in the back yard and brought in a beautiful rocking chair. I couldn’t believe it! I was so touched and thrilled, I jumped like a cheerleader at a state playoff. (Just guessing, since I’ve never been a cheerleader at state playoffs.)

My very first Christmas as a married “woman” was very nearly perfect. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to top the warm and fuzzy feeling I had that year, but I keep trying! (Hopefully, I always will.)

 Now . . . how about you share your first-Christmas-after-you-were-married memory with me?

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Author: Susan Shay

For as long as I can remember, I've loved two things--reading and people--and that led me to become a writer. Many of my stories are set in Small Town Worlds. I'm a wife, mother, sibling and an aunt. I have a deep faith in God, and an exciting life in Christ. Maybe I shouldn't be (after all, he's God!) but I'm constantly amazed at the things He's up to. :)

2 thoughts on “On the First Day of Christmas

  1. Susanna,
    Loved the pics of you and Gary!
    Do you still have that rocking chair?
    LY

  2. Hi #4!
    I sure do have that rocking chair. It’s made every move we’ve made over the years. Not quite shiny and new anymore, but I still love it.
    In case you’re interested, Gary doesn’t have his coveralls anymore.

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