When I was 12 years old,
all I wanted for Christmas was a sewing machine.
Everyone I came into contact with,
knew that was the one and only thing I wanted for Christmas.
As Christmas approached, each day, more packages
were being placed under the tree. Soon, I spied one
that was just the right size to be a sewing machine.
I could not contain my excitement. At finally,
I would be getting the one and only thing I longed for.
Christmas morning could not come fast enough.
I was up at the 'crack of dawn', sitting by the tree
waiting for my family to awake.
Dreaming of fabric, threads and trips
to the local fabric store.
As I slowly and carefully opened my large present,
the tears began to roll down my cheeks...
there was no sewing machine,
but instead, a stereo system.
My parents thought I was crying for joy.
When the packages were all opened,
I quickly retreated to my room.
Later that morning, we left for my Grandma's house,
to open gifts and enjoy a family meal.
My Grandma's house was where I found
my beloved sewing machine.
Little did I know, that sewing machine
was going to change my life.
It placed me on a 'life long path'
of a love for textiles.
I never told my parents that my tears
were of extreme disappointment.
I simply let them believe that I was
overjoyed at receiving a stereo system.
But, I did thank my Grandma for giving me
my 'hearts desire' and years later
she saw the fruit of that single gift
of a sewing machine.
** This same sewing machine remains the ONLY
sewing machine I have ever had and still use to
this day. **
Wishing friends and family
a peaceful Christmas !
(and maybe, just maybe, your 'heart's desire', too)
Rose
