| Posted 2012
When I was a child, I loved the way that my family celebrated the Christmas Season.
We put up a real Christmas tree every year. We\'d set a Nativity Set underneath it, and build a stable for Mary and Joseph out of toy Log Cabin sticks. We\'d hang a bright star ornament on our tree at just the right spot to hang over the manger. We never put baby Jesus in the manger until Christmas day.
The Nativity set wasn\'t the only thing under the tree. We\'d always put a wax candle boys choir under the tree. Also we had a Christmas elf choir with a little pop eyed China Santa Claus directing it. I am sure we had other stuff too, but the Manger and the 2 Choirs were the most important things under the tree for me.
We had many well loved ornaments on our tree, of course. One of my favorites was a silver reindeer that I called Rudolph. Among other tree decorations, we had quite a few Santa Claus ornaments.
The Santa Claus ornaments are at the center of this story....
It happened in December in the early 1970\'s. I was 13 years old and in the 8th grade. My oldest sister, Cindy, was 17, a Senior in High School. My other sister, Jayne, was 16 years old, a Junior. My brother Carl was 11 and in the 6th grade.
It was a dreary night sometime between Christmas and New Years Day. My Mother and Dad had gone out for the evening, and had left Cindy and Jayne in charge. I was feeling very moody that night. The excitement of Christmas had died down. The days were grimly marching along towards New Years Day and then there would be school again. I was not looking forward to going back because two of my teachers had assigned homework over the holiday. I hadn\'t touched mine.
All of us kids were in the living room looking at the Christmas tree. Somehow, we started up a discussion about the number of Santa Claus ornaments on it. We started counting. Eventually, my sister Jayne announced that there were 6 Santa ornaments on the tree. I disagreed. I said that there were 7 of them.
I believe that in a way, we may both have been correct. I was including the pop eyed Santa Claus Elf Choir director in my count. Jayne probably was not. Anyway, I insisted that I was right. She insisted that she was. Cindy agreed with Jayne. I found that very annoying..
I told Jayne to come over to where I was on the floor so that I could show her the Santa Claus that I didn\'t think she saw. I got even more irritated when Jayne would not budge. She had the best chair in the room, a cushioned rocking chair. She was probably afraid that if she got up, Carl or Cindy would grab it. I got angrier and angrier. How could I prove that I was right if Jayne wouldn\'t even come and see for herself?
I finally went over and gave her rocking chair a big annoying shove. Jayne flew at me-- and suddenly we were launched into an all out battle, complete with kicking, pushing, slapping, and clawing. We crashed down to the floor and kept right on fighting.
(Concluded in the next Journal entry)
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