We all have lots of Christmas
memories. Some we remember more than others. And some, we writers will use in our books.
There’s a
scene in my mystery novel, Unfinished Business, where Ann and her older
sister, Marnie, are remembering a Christmas from their childhoods: the year
they decided to search their parents’ house, looking for their presents.
More
than anything, Ann wanted a Cabbage Patch doll for Christmas and, in
a hidden compartment in the closet of the master bedroom, she found it. At
first, she was thrilled but, as you can imagine, finding the doll put quite a
damper on her Christmas. She ruined her own surprise.
That scene was a fictionalized version of what happened to me when I was a little girl. I wanted a Patty Play Pal doll so badly and, like Ann, I searched our house and found the doll hidden in my parents’ closet.
That scene was a fictionalized version of what happened to me when I was a little girl. I wanted a Patty Play Pal doll so badly and, like Ann, I searched our house and found the doll hidden in my parents’ closet.
On Christmas Day, I had to pretend to be
surprised when I unwrapped the doll but I’m pretty sure my mom and dad knew the
truth. (I've never been that great of an actress.) Needless to say, that was the first and last time I ever went looking to
see what Santa or my parents had gotten me for Christmas. (By the way, since my
name is Patricia, I named the doll Cathy.)
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| My parents, brother, me (with Cathy) and my maternal grandfather. |
I hope each of you has a very Merry Christmas and that you make some wonderful Christmas memories this year!
