When I was a young girl Christmas was always a magical time. The colorful tree with it’s ornaments and bright lights was always a source of awe and excitement! We had some great Christmas holidays, and Mama would be sure to ask us what we wanted to receive. When we were older we had the opportunity to write our lists so that Santa could bring us our hearts desires, one Christmas I asked Santa for China dishes.
As I picked up the last of my gifts, I noticed that it was heavy, more weightier than all the others. I unwrapped it with the anticipation that I would receive what I expected there. Holding my breath I tore the layers frantically, and then I saw them, in all their pink and white essence; the most magnificent china dishes that I had ever saw and they belonged to me. I was so happy!
There was a price that came with my new china dishes, a warning attached to them, issued to me by my mother as she said, “Don’t break them!”
My response was, “I’m not!”