NORMAN — I always look forward to the time of year when readers submit their writings for The Transcript’s annual Christmas story contest.
I want to thank each writer for taking the time to send in a story. Every year, your stories always spark Christmas memories for myself. Growing up in a middle class family, we never had a lot of extras. Until Christmas morning. It was on that day that our living room looked like Santa’s toy shop. I don’t know how my parents did it but they always made sure that we had the most amazing Christmas morning. Something I’m forever grateful for.
The winner of this year’s contest is Lisbeth L. McCarty. Lisbeth’s story of how her entire family was excited about her brother’s gift reminded me of the year shortly after my own brother turned 16.
I’m not sure what I got that year, but I know what I wanted. It wasn’t the latest Barbie, and it wasn’t a cool video game. I just knew Santa was going to bring my brother a car. He had to. That’s what Santa does.
I was so excited of the possibility that I jumped out of bed that Christmas morning and ran to the kitchen window to look for something sharp on four wheels. Apparently, there wasn’t room in the sleigh as Santa didn’t bring a car that year. Disappointment at its best.
During the month of December there were two questions that I always asked as a child — usually on a regular basis. The first question always was “Can I open at least one present early?” I’d beg and plead with my mother. I’d even open the presents that I knew were socks and or underwear. I just wanted to open one thing. The anticipation of ripping open that colorful paper had gotten the best of me.