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A Memorable Christmas Present

Here's a 1940s era story about a school Christmas party. It is a recollection which often comes to mind for me at this too-frantic season. Here's wishing you, too, a similar memory you hold dear.

A few days ago I read that someone a “Christmas tree."

It was a ‘bah humbug’ moment. How this will make for a "Merry Christmas" for the thief is beyond me, but, whatever….

It reminded me of an all-time favorite Christmas story, undated but circa 1940s, related by then-Bigfork MN high school teacher June Johnson in December, 1985. Here is her story, as it was originally printed in Top of the Range, the newsletter for public school teachers on Minnesota’s Mesabi and Vermillion Iron Range.

“From somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I have plucked a Christmas memory which will be forever important to me.

Christmas on the North Dakota prairie was a time of anticipation and joy, a welcome respite from the hard times and unrelenting toil of everyday existence. Families were extremely impoverished and no “store-bought” gifts were imminent for most of the children who attended Souris #1. Excitement filled the air as mothers baked once-a-year “goodies” and sewed and baked and built gifts to be opened on Christmas morning.

The Christmas program at school was a yearly social event for the entire community. No special lights or decorations were needed to enhance the appreciation of this day. The kids had planned, practiced and revised every noon hour for a month and were ready. A tree fashioned from prairie junipers decorated with strings of popcorn and thorn apples, and various homemade decorations was in place and a few small packages were already under it.

All year I had tried to get Frederic, a reticent second grader, to talk to me. An unusually polite youngster, he always had his work done but spoke to no one if it could be avoided. After the program was over, gifts were distributed and I was singularly impressed with the ingenuity displayed in the homemade gifts which were given to me. Coffee, hot cocoa and cookies were now being enjoyed by all. At this point, I felt a tug at my sleeve and found Frederic looking up at me. As I knelt down, he quickly placed a package in my hand. While he looked on, I opened it and found a sling shot and a bag of smooth stones. As I held out my arms, he hesitated only a moment before coming to me. Then he said, “I made it for you because I love you.”

In my cedar chest (which holds all my “treasures”), I have a box which holds a sling shot, a bag of stones, and the memory of a very special little boy.”

I have never been able to re-type this piece without tearing up. Frederic... and his teacher... knew what Christmas was all about.

Back then, in 1985, I asked June if she knew what happened to Frederic. My memory is that he became a career public official in North Dakota state government.

Best wishes for a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year.

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I blog frequently on an assortment of topics at www.outsidethewalls.org/blog.  My personal Christmas message, also about 'neighbors', can be found at Dec. 4.

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Community Voices December 18, 2011 at 07:31 PM
Dick thanks for sharing this story. It demonstrates the true meaning and spirit of Christmas. Have a happy and blessed Christmas!
Hecto dalton December 19, 2011 at 09:50 PM
Dick, thanks for the great story. Trusting you will have a ver Merry Christmas! Hector

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