At Age Twenty-One, Santa Blew It Big Time for Me


Usually my parents gave me clothes for Christmas presents during my years at the University of Illinois, but my mom surprised me in my senior year.

“Son, what do you want for Christmas?” she asked.

Her question caught me off guard so I thought a bit. “Well, I’d like a stereo,” I finally said.



“Okay, we’ll think about it,” she said, dropping the conversation.

I didn’t think any more about what my parents might buy me for Christmas because they were farmers.  Their incomes depended on corn and soy bean prices and sadly both grains were down in price that year. So, I had no idea what they had in mind.

A few days before Christmas, I arrived home. In the living room, the tree looked great as usual with numerous presents under it. As I sat on the sofa watching TV, mom walked into the room and stood next to me.

“Well, son,” she said, “what do you think you’re getting for Christmas?”

I rotated my forefinger above my other hand, indicating my gift would spin around in circles.

She smiled. “You always amaze me by being able to guess your present ahead of time from us,” she said, heading back into the kitchen.

My enthusiasm for Christmas soared at that moment. I’m actually going to get a stereo, I thought.

We opened presents two days later. As usual, Dad handed gifts to me in the order he wanted me to open them. Socks. Underwear. Ho hum! Striped shirt. Sweater. Double ho hum!

Then, he handed me a small package, maybe two inches by three inches.

The size shocked me, but I’m a lot like that little boy whose father believed he was the most optimistic child in the world. To prove his theory, the father covered the son’s bedroom with horse manure for his birthday and put a red ribbon on the door.

The boy came home from school, tore the ribbon off, opened the door, and screamed with joy. He ran around the room, jumping up and down in the manure.

“Why are you so happy?” asked the father.

“Because I know there’s a pony in here somewhere. I just have to find it,” said the boy.

So, I slowly removed the gift wrap, looking for my stereo and wondering where I would find it. But there in the box was a wristwatch. Although I was disappointed, I put it on.

“You figured out our surprise gift ahead of time, son,” dad said, shaking his head.

Praise God! My parents could not read my mind at that moment.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all. See you after January 1st.


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10 responses to “At Age Twenty-One, Santa Blew It Big Time for Me

  1. Thanks for that amusing memory, Larry. Have a joyful and blessed Christmas with your family, and may your cup overflow with the Lord’s blessing in 2013. Diana sends her regards.

  2. Derrick,

    Thanks and great big hugs for Diana and you. May this be the year that God brings forth His promises in both of your lives.

  3. I loved that story, Mr. Larry! Thank you for sharing it with us! Sometimes asking what someone wants for Christmas can backfire on you and them both! haha! God bless you, and the Merriest of Christmases to you and yours!

  4. Debbie,

    Thanks and Merry Christmas to you and your family.

  5. Have a blessed Christmas and New Year.

  6. Yvette,

    Merry Christmas to you and your family.

  7. Happy New Year – wishing you a wonderful 2013!

  8. diasolifeontheborder,

    Happy New Year to you and God bless you in 2013.

  9. Hi Larry,…trying to catch up with my reading…You are a Fighting Illini?!?!? Lived in Champaign/Urbana while my ex-husband got his doctorate in ag…I taught kindergarten in the Urbana School District….what town are you from?

  10. Chrystal,

    I graduated from the University of Illinois in 1968, the same year Bill Clinton and George Bush graduated from their respective schools. My hometown was Forreston (pop. 1100) and later Polo (pop. 2100), Illinois. Both towns are straight west of Chicago, in the middle of corn and soy bean fields.

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