Christmas 2009 will hold a unique place in my memory for several reasons. Aside from it being my first Christmas home since my mission and the only Christmas I've spent as the oldest kid home, this year's Christmas will be remembered as the year I got nothing I necessarily wanted but everything I needed.
I didn't get a hippopotamus for Christmas. I also didn't get the official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle I've been dreaming about. I didn't even get my two front teeth. I only got one.
That's right, I got a new front tooth. I finally had a permanent crown made for the tooth I smashed in a bike crash in fifth grade. But that was only part of my Christmas makeover. I also had years of imperfect eyesight transformed into 21st century high-def vision after a trip to the optometrist that ended with me ordering glasses. To top it all off, I was given a bunch of new underwear and a package of soap. I'm not sure if there was some subliminal messaging there... but regardless, I appreciate my enhanced cleanliness since Christmas.
Although I may not have been given anything super exciting like a nice television, a new car, or a small island in the pacific, I was given exactly what I needed to be given. In other words, I never could have afforded a crown or a nice pair of glasses or a new set of under garments on my own. Well, maybe the underwear wouldn't be out of my price range if I saved my pennies... but I digress...
So now, after my Christmas makeover, I can wear clean underwear, see clearly, and bite things better than ever before. Each of these things is a great Christmas miracle in its own respect. But the greatest Christmas miracle of all is the fact that my mom was always by my side to foot the bill as I acquired major dental, optical, and wardrobe-related expenses.
Maybe this time next year I'll take her with me to a car dealership. Until then, I'll just have to be content with her annual addition to my Hotwheels collection.
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