I'm sure no matter what time of the year you were born, there is something to complain about when it comes to celebrating your birthday. For me, it's the fact that my birthday is a few days before Christmas so my relatives always said, "I'm giving you a bigger gift because it's for your birthday and Christmas." I might have fallen for it if I didn't have 3 cousins who were my age that lived right around the corner from my house. My cousin Pat is 1 year, 9 months older and my cousin Susan is 21 months younger. Did they really think I wouldn't notice that we got the same things? Bah, humbug!
My mom was not much of a baker (or a cook) so she often bought a chocolate cream pie (my father's favorite dessert) or a few cupcakes for my birthday, saying, "It's so close to Christmas that we don't want too many sweets in the house right now." Phooey!!
When my children were in the lower grades of elementary school, I taught Religious Education classes in my home. Each year on my birthday, the children in the class (I usually taught a group of between 4 to 6) could invite a friend to my house and we would have a party. They had to bring a wrapped gift (so I could have the thrill of opening a present) that was suitable to be given to the Toys for Tots toy drive. My favorite, was the year one of the children brought an African American Cabbage Patch doll. One year, I opened a football, basketball, and a baseball and glove.
This year as part of my birthday celebration, I'm joining the Quilter's Blog Hop Party and offering a few giveaways. Quilt Gallery is celebrating their 4th birthday and the celebration will be world wide with 226 bloggers participating.
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| The Blog Hop Party giveaways start on December 10th and will run until December 17th. |
My complaints may seem petty when you consider I share my birthday month with the One who gave us the greatest gift of all, but I am human, not divine.
Yea, I get it. My birthday is Dec 7th, Pearl Harbor Day.
ReplyDeleteOne son's is at the end of November. My husband's is the 2nd. His parents were awful. They made him wait every year until May--and share it with his sisters birthday. That way they only had to do it once. My other sons is the 23rd. We will always make sure that we have a separate birthday party. Christmas is for Jesus.
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