Anyone who could play an instrument, carry a tune (sort of) or memorize a verse was pressed into service. Once or twice Dad was the accompanist on his accordian and Terry and I variously sang, starred in plays, or recited. After the entertainment, Santa arrived and every child got a bag of treats. Mandarin oranges (not available all year) and candy. Real treats because we didn't grown up on a diet of pop and sweet stuff. Santa brought some lucky kids gifts ahead of time.
I still remember the fun and the excitement. It was a long time ago but magical in memory. Everyone had to pitch in. Everyone dressed in their best. Everyone enjoyed the concert.
My wish for everyone is that same excitement and joy this holiday season. The times were simpler but wonderful, too. Merry Christmas!
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.