I had a part in a Nativity play. I was Joseph, the leading actor. Every boy in the school wanted to be near the girl that played the lead female part. Deanna. Deanna was Mary. I had long since been in love with her, so of course I was devastated when I got ill and had to be hospitalized. No end seemed in sight. The doctors could not find out what ailed me. I went through a battery of tests, and still no results and I wasn’t feeling any better. The Christmas season was fast approaching, and I was feeling depressed.
Sick and in hospital, how miserable can that be? I then got a gift - a pair of Cowboy guns and a holster. My spirits perked up. I was still sick but in a much better mood. One evening a gentleman came to visit whom I had never seen before, and he took a picture of me, standing on my bed with my guns drawn. He promised to return later with a copy of the photograph. My mood changed miraculously and I began to feel better. The spirit of Christmas was in the air again.
Oh! How I love this festive season of the year. Soon came the day that I was to be discharged, the gentleman had not returned with the picture of me. I was packed and ready and waiting for my parents to pick me up. I sat on my bed feeling very sad and pensive. Maybe I would never see the gentleman who took the picture of me again? Then I would never see how I looked.
However, remember this is Christmas. Just as I removed my hands from my eyes, the gentleman came rushing in, waving my picture above his head. I loved it! I looked great! I was overjoyed. Years later as an adult I learned the identity of the gentleman after examining the back of the photograph.
I remember Christmas
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