Christmas Memories

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My first christmas in the big smoke.

I'd moved to Auckland on promotion.

This festive season something was missing-all my friends I'd left behind in Rotorua.

In the workplace everyone was coping with Christmas comunications at Wellesley Street Telephone Exchange.

Christmas eve presents were showered on workmates.

I personally missed my family who lived in the Wairarapa,always hard telling them you wouldn't be home for the holidays.They didn't understand.

Christams morning dawned quiet,I lay in bed listening.
Down the street two voices,young girls came walking by.
Sandringham became a vocal point of telling the world of their visit from Santa.

"What did you get,"said one.
"I got a bike" said the other.
"Hell that's what I wanted but the olds were too miserable"said the girl.

"What did you get"said the girl with the bike.
"A darn porcelain doll,with all the frilly frocks"said the girl.
"That's nice", said the first girl.

"Do you think we could swap?" said the first girl.
"Don't see why not,I'd like a doll,must be worth heaps though".

"Who cares,I need a bike anyway,okay I'll swap," said the girl.
I never heard anymore as they walked to the Sandringham Road intersection,the noise of traffic had swallowed them up.

So I got to thinking,nothing is perfect, whether you are adult or child.
Christmas has it's ups and downs.

So I showered, ate breakfast wished myself a Merry Christmas before travelling on the Trolley bus to work in the inner city.

Christmas Day was always our busy day of the year.
A true story of the 1970"s.

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