Snowman getting mugged |First Christmas I Remember
by Dan Nix
at the Nix house was wonderful. Sharing all the joy with a large family,
especially at Christmas is beyond words of expression. I was number nine
of ten children; so you can imagine how much attention I received from
my older brothers and sisters. The first Christmas I remember, I was only
three and half years old, and that was the first Christmas I remember
seeing Santa Claus. In those days, Santa came to the big stores in Birmingham,
so my mother took me to downtown Birmingham to see Santa.
|Seeing Santa in
those days is just about the same as seeing Santa now, except they
did not take a picture. You had to wait in a long line with your parents
waiting and watching proudly. Santa would ask your name and ask what
you wanted for Christmas.
As I said, I received a lot of attention from my older brothers and sisters.
My oldest brother took pride in teaching me to spell my name in a very
clear manner. When it came my time to sit in Santa’s lap, I was
very excited. Santa said “Sonny what is your name”. I replied
in a loud clear voice just like my oldest brother taught me, spelling
my first name –“D A N Bullsh##”. Well, as you can imagine,
my mother almost died of sheer embarrassment, and Santa almost HO HO HOED
himself to death. My mother and daddy were not very happy with what I
said to Santa, and they were even unhappier with my oldest brother. After
some corrective measures, I don’t think I spelled my name in that
It was not all bad that Christmas. In fact, I was good enough to say
a poem in our annual Christmas program at church. I still remember the
short but sweet poem I recited that Christmas Eve night. So, this is for
you kids of all ages.
Merry Christmas girls and boys
I hope you get a lot of toys.