NORMAN — The week before Christmas is always one of my favorite times to be a lifestyles editor. This week, I’ve had the pleasure of reading more than 20 Christmas stories sent in by Transcript readers. I’ve not consulted the archives, but I think that’s a near record.
This year’s judging was extra hard as each story seemed to be not only from the heart but also captures the true spirit of Christmas. I would like to thank each and everyone for submitting a story this year. It truly is an honor that so many of you get excited about this annual contest.
The stories did remind me of one of my most memorable Christmases. I always joke that growing up we were poor 364 days out of the year, but not on Christmas morning. It was a sea of presents. Stockings stuffed with candy, more trinkets than we knew what to do with and one year even a couple of lottery tickets managed to work their way into our stash. Although no one in the house struck it rich the easy way, we were blessed with so much love and warmth.
I know I’ve used this space on many occasions to hail the powerful spirit that Barbie held over my girlhood dreams. I don’t want to brag, but when I was younger I was a connoisseur of all things Barbie. I had her house, her clothes, her friends and even her famous boyfriend, Ken. One Christmas, I was honored to get the Barbie Winnebago. It was quite possibly the créme de la créme of Barbie accessories.
It was yellow with a pink pinstripe along the edges. The top was open to allow easy access to the inside that featured a couch, a sink and even a shower. All the luxuries that Barbie and her friends deserve while traveling.