I remember lots of things about Christmas except what I got under the tree. I know I saw boxes but I don't remember what was in any of them.
When I got older I would save my allowance. Then I would go to the store and find a beautiful sweater or expensive shoes I thought would be a treat for my parents and I'd buy them. So while I got presents which so it seems, didn't mean much to me, cause I can't remember what they were, my parents were very happy with what they got.
We also did not put names from whom the presents were cause they were all from Santa.
Well, one day my Dad remarked that one present was from his daughter. And my Mom answered how do you know? And he answered, cause you would never spend so much.
My Mom blushed and my Dad laughed but I felt so good that they loved their presents. From that day forward every time I gave a present, even though it had no name on it from who it was, my parents knew which ones were from me.lol
My parents were very frugal. They never spent just to buy. They spent on what was needed anyway, so it was all about socks and underwear and PJ's and slippers. I never had many toys and those I did have disappeared and I would see my cousins with them and wonder where mine went?
They never even asked if it was ok to give away my stuff and today when I think about it, it sometimes infuriates me. In those days however, I never missed them or new they were missing. I always had a very clean room.
I had a hand turning sewing machine made out of metal someone gave me and I know I treasured it. One day I saw my neighbors 4 year old daughter playing in the dirt with it outside. I asked my Mom where my sewing machine was and she said you don't need it. I gave it to the neighbor. I was hurt but said nothing.
Then one day I walked into an antique store and there was my sewing machine but today it cost 250 dollars to buy back.
Well I didn't buy it back because I had a real one by now which I found and bought because I made an excuse that if I had to sew one day without electricity, I'd have one to sew with, and it looked the same. I could have just as easily used the little toy one, since it was just like the real one, but for kids.
See how, what parents do, affect children? One never knows why one does things in life, until life looks back at you. :)