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December 24, 2019

In Cedarfield tradition, the Pastoral Care Team created this compilation of holiday memoirs by team members and residents. We will share one a day through the holidays. Happy Holidays to you and yours!

Dick Gladfelter, Resident

Each year before Christmas my favorite aunt would take me downtown to see all the hustle and bustle of the season, the toys in the department stores, and of course, experience the thrill of sitting with Santa Claus and telling him what I wanted for Christmas. Christmas day would arrive, and I would joyously retrieve Santa’s presents. I wouldn’t get everything, but I usually would get most of what I wanted.

The year 1937 was a year in my life when I really did not want to do anything that I was asked or told to do. It did not matter if it was my grandma, mother, aunt, or uncle. If they asked me to do something, I would reply, “AH NUTS,” and then I would do what was asked. If I was out playing and was told to come to supper, I would reply, “AH NUTS” and come in reluctantly.

This year before Christmas my aunt and I went downtown, and I saw Santa as I had the three previous years and told him what I wanted. After a couple of weeks, HOORAY, it was Christmas Eve. I remember going to bed that night and waking up Christmas morning and running downstairs to see what Santa brought me. I looked everywhere to find my presents, but the only present left for me was a large bowl of nuts on the table with my name on a piece of paper pasted to the bowl. This was my present from Santa for Christmas 1937. NOTHING MORE.

I remember crying because I was so disappointed that I got nothing that I told Santa I wanted. I was the only child in the family, and everyone in the family got more than a bowl of nuts. That made no difference. That was Christmas 1937.

I remember my aunt telling me that she was sad for me too, but I should not blame Santa. She told me that Santa KNOWS WHEN I AM AWAKE. HE SEES ME WHEN I AM ASLEEP. HE KNOWS WHEN I AM GOOD OR BAD. She told me that Santa probably thought that I had forgotten to ask him for the thing I had mentioned hundreds of times that year. NUTS.

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