Christmas is almost here. All but the last-minute shoppers have that gift-buying over with and are ready to relax and enjoy family and friends.
We used to always have company or were the company of someone else on Christmas Day. There was the big dinner and lots of new clothes, but seldom ever any new toys. We always managed to get a hold of a few firecrackers and I spent the biggest part of a lot of Christmas Days with my hands wrapped up in coal-oil rags. . .I was always the one “they” sent to see why a firecracker didn’t explode! I remember too being the only one brave enough to hold a firecracker in the very tips of my fingers to let it explode, even the boys wouldn’t do that. I was the bravest one of the bunch until it happened—I got my hand burned good and proper—and I carried on like a dying calf.
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