By David Valdes Greenwood
Ah, the candy thoughts of Christmas. presents less than the tree. Cookies for Santa. And, after all, the once a year fruitcake.
For younger David Valdes Greenwood, the indomitable “little fruitcake” on the middle of those stories, not anything is sweeter than the promise of the vacations. A modern day Tiny Tim, he holds speedy to his excellent of what Christmas might be, regardless of the large odds opposed to him: Sub-zero Maine winters. a bunch of eccentric relations. And his consistent foil: a frugal, God-fearing Grammy who turns out made up our minds to deliver an finish to all his enjoyable. A ebook that’s “fa-la-la-licious” (Louisville Courier magazine) and full of humorous, fascinating xmas stories (from development a Lego® manger to looking for the suitable Christmas tree), a bit Fruitcake will encourage even the largest Grinches round.
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Additional info for A Little Fruitcake: A Childhood in Holidays
Santa was going to have to do better if he wanted to convince me. Did this keep me from writing him a letter? Not at all. I wrote a “Dear Santa” missive in block letters, enjoying the ritual but not expecting that I would actually receive, say, a real elephant. When my mother asked me if I wanted to mail the letter to the address on the TV screen, I wasn’t sure what to make of it? Did she believe in Santa? Had my brother not clued her in? Or was she just telling the big lie, too? Not sure if I was protecting her innocence or acting as an accomplice in her deception, I simply handed the letter over.
Jumping is a core ingredient of childhood, after all. In the spring, we jumped into puddles barefoot, making the biggest splash possible. In the summer, we jumped out of trees and into ponds. In the fall, we made enormous leaf piles to jump into after a running start. But nothing matched snow-jumping for the pure rush. The distance from roof to snowbank wasn’t typically enormous, but the view from up high made it feel more dangerous, and my heart raced during the brief fall to the snow below. Most of the kids’ roofs were sharply pitched peaks lined with corrugated aluminum, a New England architectural detail intended to keep buildings from collapsing under the weight of accumulated snow.
Of course, the days of fun ahead were premised on the snowfall actually stopping. On the second day of the storm, with no letup in sight, Grampy and Grammy bundled themselves into stiff winter coats and thick wool hats to dig a path from our front door to the street. This was no easy task as they first had to get the door open with two feet of heavy snow packed against it. Across the 33 0738211220-Greenwood 34 8/20/07 9:36 AM Page 34 A LITTLE FRUITCAKE street, old Mrs. Hamilton was chipping away at her own knee-high wall of white.