When I was a kid way back in 1950, Christmas was much simpler than it is today. Christmas is meant to be I take a break from school and spend a few weeks to play pond hockey, and sledding. We spent a lot of time playing out there then, and we would like nothing better than watching those fluffy white flakes of snow begin to fall.
Most of the things they take for granted today are nowhere to be found: computers, iPods, video games, Facebook, text messaging. We could not imagine that things like in those days. Entertainment was a game of Battleship crokinole or around the kitchen table, or building snow fort in the backyard.
Maybe that makes Christmas even more special. One thing is for sure, as well as holiday catalog arrived in the mailbox and the excitement starts to build, and our thoughts have turned to imagining what Santa will bring.
As we thumbed through the pages of the catalog would be overwhelmed with all that we saw there. Of course, we had to narrow down your choices to two or three, grab some paper and print our letters to Santa.
Christmas I was ten years old, I knew exactly what I wanted Santa to bring. For me, there would be no second or third choice. There on page 38 of the 1956 Christmas catalog gift of my dreams. It was awesome BB gun that looked just like the real thing.
Christmas I was ten years old, I knew exactly what I wanted Santa to bring. For me, there would be no second or third choice. There on page 38 of the 1956 Christmas catalog gift of my dreams. It was awesome BB gun that looked just like the real thing.
...Christmas I was ten years old, I knew exactly what I wanted Santa to bring. For me, there would be no second or third choice. There on page 38 of the 1956 Christmas catalog gift of my dreams. It was awesome BB gun that looked just like the real thing.
...Of course, then we lived in a small town, and we had a big yard and a lot of space to fire BB piĊĦtolj.Par my friend was lucky and one from time to time they would let me hold him. One of my best friends and I even had smuggled his older brother, an air gun out and we spent an hour in the bush shooting at the trunk and occasionally birds - never shot one of course
....mom and dad and my mom finally threw the switch to stir stablu.Dnevni room is alive with colorful lights and sparkling sequins. We made short work of opening the package from our parents and relatives. Paper was flying everywhere, but where is my special request from Santa?
Finally, from behind the sofa, Dad pulled a brightly wrapped box and handed it to me. Could that be it? My fingers trembled as I untied the ribbon. I pulled off the lid and there lay my beautiful BB gun. Quick as lightening I pulled on my coat and boots and raced into the yard. Fence posts topped with cans became a target.
Ping, ping was the sound of my shot made after hitting cans. I was becoming very adept with my goal. Then suddenly I heard a strange whooshing sound is coming from behind the target. There, before my eyes, I saw a neighbor's inflatable Santa Claus in a bad bunch. Oh no, I had a shot Santa.
Fortunately neighbor agreed that if I shoveled my sidewalk, and carried wood for the fireplace during the holidays, he would call it even. I was careful after that set the cans elsewhere.
these days, the children in my life, the dream of electronics and goods influenced by movies and television shows. Of course, they still have ice skates, snow skiing, bikes, and bats and balls.
They even enjoy some of the toys of childhood, such as wooden building blocks and display the Master. But, as far as I know, none of them ever asked Santa for a BB gun.
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