Christmas 1983 was pretty much the best Christmas of all time. Others have been pretty good, but 1983 is the standard to which the rest must aspire.
We’d just moved into a new house and I got the pink bedroom with the green carpet. It was terribly green, but fairly new, so my mom didn’t want to replace it just because the color was horrid.
For some reason, my bedroom furniture didn’t move with us– I don’t remember exactly why. Looking back, I’m guessing it’s because Santa was already planning for Christmas Eve and didn’t want to have to move the furniture twice.
My mom and I went to a movie on Christmas Eve. We sawPinocchio and I was terrified of the giant whale.
While we were at the movies, “Santa” came to our house early. We came home to discover my bedroom door taped shut, bells hung on the doorknob and a sign that said, “Do not open until Christmas Morning.”
We spent a very long time looking under the door, but couldn’t see much. Finally my mom convinced me to go to bed– I slept in her room that night. (Conveniently, Santa had left a pair of pajamas on her bed for me.)
Christmas morning we woke up and opened the door. I found a whole new set of bedroom furniture and yellow walls instead of pink. The yellow matched the green carpet perfectly. Everything was so pretty– it was white wicker with a white wrought iron bedframe and little flowers on the bedspread and curtains.
Santa had left my other presents in there too. And on top of my new dresser was a globe. I spent hours sitting on that green carpet with that globe over the next few years.