Ok for some reason the first time I tried this I lost it so here I be again.. ;) and I'm trying to get this written one last time.
The Halloween that sticks out most in my mind is when I was still young I do not remember how old I was but I remember that every year my father would dress up as a scarecrow get a chair and sit outside of our home on our porch, and held a HUGE Bowl of candy on his lap. Of course every time that he would see someone coming he would sit extra still. Then right as they would reach out to take a piece of candy my father would hand them the bowl and the reactions were always the same.. They would say.. "Ahhhh Whoa..." They would then take a piece and say Thank you! ... Then they would run off!! Finally there were I believe 2 black guys who came up and they seemed to be teenagers. They didn't have any costumes on but they would still come around asking for candy with their pillowcases full. They seemed harmless and they were, then my father again held still. He sat up as tall as he could and held back the sound of his breath as much as he could. So again he was going by his plan to do the same and just hand them the bowl. They came closer.. Then he could hear them speaking. They said, " Oh man look... We have a whole bowl full.. woo hoo.. SCORE!! So of course dad sat extremely still not to mess this one up. They didn't see dad as being real ... AT ALL!
They started to climb our porch steps.. 1..2..3..4..and 5... And they reached out their hands as my father just lifted the bowl and handed it to them..... That poor guy didn't see it coming then realized it.. Jumped backwards off the porch in one leap and landed at the bottom of the stairs on his feet... Screaming I know'd it.. I know'd it ..I knowed that it was real.. My dad couldn't stop laughing.. and laughing. He just keep saying I know'd it.. and ran off with his friend... He never did get his candy. I believe that he was definitely tricked that night and will never forget it!! Oh what a great memory that was!!
Ok for my next favorite. I can remember my favorite Christmas of all time. I must have been a preteen to new teen.. We would pick names every year. I had asked if I could stay up this year.. I mean really I am practically an adult now and I don't believe in Santa so why not? "Well" my mom would say.. it's because you need your rest and this year it's your bro. Jonny's turn. I didn't feel so bad because Jonny was my bestest friend and I loved him so with a yawn I kissed everyone good night, turned around and went to bed. I kept dreaming all night long and just as soon as the atmosphere changed in my room I could tell that about 2000 miles away the sun was coming up so I had to as well. I believe it was 5:00am. Perfect!!It's Christmas!! Now with my family no matter the groggy that is heard within our voices we as siblings would wake up and with a plan we would arrange an order to sing carols to our parents to wake them up every Christmas. Ok so by this time it must be about 5:30am. So Silent night is always first then jingle bells, then something like We Wish You a Merry Christmas to end the medley. Ok now is the fun part. We would always hang our stockings outside our doors on hooks because we didn't have a chimney and every Christmas morning they would be FULL of nuts, candy, candy canes, presents and of course the Christmas orange. We would sit at the corners and me always in the center of our parents King sized bed and open up our little presents and have our orange then nuts then candy.. Always in that order. I loved it. It was magical and beautiful and the best way to wake up... ALWAYS with a smile on our faces at least for that one special day!
Finally 6am it was time for the long awaited walk down stairs. I was thrilled we would all hold each others hands and we would all be surprised together. I just knew it would be filled everywhere. I was right.. it was filled the tree even had presents within it. I could see that the presents came out to the middle of the floor... BUT... as soon as I walked into the door I just knew exactly what was mine. I saw it and I knew. It was beautiful.. Baby blue and it had a BIG bright red bow right on top of it. It was a bike. It had my name on it. I was speechless and I felt as though I had tunnel vision. For me? who would do this for me? I looked around and I caught my brothers eyes. He was smiling bigger than I had ever seen him smile before. He had picked my name. He... told me... I found this bike in many pieces on the side of the road. I knew that I could fix it. I bought new brake pads and tires... and cleaned it up nice.. Do you like it? I looked at him and started to cry.. Do I like it? I love it!! Jonny I love it!! I jumped on him and hugged him as tight as I could I'm sure I knocked him over but I didn't care. How did he do this without me knowing... We are so close. It's amazing I didn't care about anything else I held onto that bike all day long. I was amazed and thoroughly surprised and thankful that Christmas! I road that bike until it couldn't ride again. I love my brother. He's the best and sacrifices everything all the time for me. He's truly the best! I can only hope that I can do that or something like that for someone else. That is what Christmas is about. Selflessness and giving! What a beautiful day!
