It was tough times back during the depression when my mama was a little girl. My grandparents were tenant farmers but always managed to have something special for their only child come Christmas morning. One Christmastime found Grandma and Grandpa, as mama would tell me, "laid up real sick in the bed with pneumonia". Barely able to get to the "pitty pot", that's a chamber pot in case y'all don't know, they were in no shape to do much of anything. Mama, being a resourceful and helpful child took it upon herself to take care of them. With no phone, neighbors, or relatives close by she didn't really have much of a choice. The tomatoes that Grandma canned that previous summer became their staple diet because the only thing Mama knew how to cook was stewed tomatoes. She emptied the pitty pots, bathed their faces and hands with a wash cloth, and cooked stewed tomatoes. With Christmas fast approaching, she knew that if Santa was going to come to her house she was going to have to get a Christmas tree. Taking a little hatchet that Grandma usually used for chopping off chickens heads she set off in search of a tree. It wasn't long before she was successful and brought home her prize, a small tree she was sure would attract Santa's attention. She made popcorn strings and paper chains, propped her tree up in a bucket of wet sand then got back to work taking care of her mama and daddy. When Christmas Eve came she went to bed with all sorts of dreams of what would await her the following morning. Grandma was,I'm sure, upset that this Christmas was not going to be anything like her little girl was hoping it would be. So while mama was sleeping she managed to get to her pocketbook, but all she had inside was one thin dime. She made her way to the little tree,put the dime underneath it and crawled back to the bed. Mama woke up Christmas morning with high expectations.She ran to the tree to see what Santa had left for her. I can only imagine how disappointed she was when she found no gifts there. Rushing to her mama she cried because Santa had forgotten her. Grandma told her "go look again". Going back to the tree she found the little dime and realized where it had really come from.
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