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My First Easy-Bake Oven (standard:other, 758 words)
Author: MaryGAdded: Jun 25 2002Views/Reads: 2016/1Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a story I wrote about my soul sisters. It is a true story and still, when I read it, I smile.
 



Do you remember candy necklaces and wax lips?  How about those paper
tubes filled with flavored sugar?  Here's one everyone remembers...the 
Easy-Bake Oven.  Bet you got one for Christmas.  You did?  I never did. 
Well, that's only half-true. 

One day, while at work, my very dear, close friends Dialary, Cynthia,
Claudia and I were reminiscing about the old days.  During breaktime, 
the four of us were talking about the simple things in life.  Each of 
us added something to the conversation and laughing as we recalled 
those days.  We spoke of Christmas time and the gifts we received.  
Then Cynthia mentions the Easy-Bake Oven. 

"You got an Easy-Bake Oven for Christmas?" I said to Cynthia with
astonishment, pretending to act sad like a disappointed child.  I 
looked at each of them as they all delighted in letting me know; of 
course they got an Easy-Bake Oven for Christmas.  Didn't you get one? 

"No," I said sadly, still playing the part of a hurt child. 

Half smiling, I watched their felicity, for now they had something to
tease me with.  I knew they would and I knew it would not end here. 

For several months, it became the joke between the four of us.  When we
all gathered together for a break, someone from the group would bring 
up the Easy-Bake Oven.  We knew someone would, it was just a matter of 
time.  Cynthia would first tease, then Claudia would brag about the toy 
oven and we would all laugh together.  If anyone joined the 
conversation, someone from the group would find a way to ask that 
person  if they ever had an Easy-Bake Oven.  I watched their smiles as 
they waited for the answer. Of course, it was always yes.  I would then 
show my melancholy face and everyone would burst into laughter.  We 
never grew tired with the running joke. 

Soon Christmas was upon us and we all seem to forget about our little
joke as we prepared for the holiday.  The four of us exchanged gifts 
and felt the warm, wonderful friendship we had formed.  We worked 
together as nurses, sharing our joy and sadness with each other.  We 
knew our friendship was something special and the splendor of the 
holiday seems to enhance the warm, loving feeling. 

We all planned to meet at the Christmas party someone was throwing at
work.  When we all arrived, Cynthia asked Claudia and Dialary if it was 
time.  I did not know what they meant by that, but Dialary grabbed my 
hand and we all headed outside to Cynthia's car.  She opened the door, 
made me close my eyes and placed a large present in my arms. I opened 
my eyes, then the package and in my arms I held an Easy-Bake Oven! 

My eyes filled with tears as I looked at the box. 

"I'm 44 years old and I finally got an Easy-Bake Oven," I said.  We all
laughed and hugged each other. 

Reflecting on that time, I realized that love between friends is forever
true.  Their spirit and soul is forever present and will remain there.  
Even though it was a joke and we had so much fun with it, I can not 
help but wonder if they truly thought I was sad about the Oven.  I did 
not want to ruin the fun we had with it so I did not ask. 

I did not know how to thank my friends in the special way they made me
feel.  A thank you card did not seem to be enough to say how I felt.  
So instead, I thought of the only way I could tell them thank you.  I 
wrote a poem for them. 

Christmas time, a joyous time Opening presents to find what's mine 

I ripped the packages and what do I see Fussy slippers and a flannel
gown for me 

Dolls and a tea set, clothes and jewels There must be a mistake, Santa
could not be that cruel 

I hold back a tear There's always next year As I watch my friends all in
good cheer 

They stirred and mixed as they licked their chins All so happy with
they're lucky grins 

We ate the cakes and muffins made with fun I prayed it break and then
I'd run 

But each year the same ole thing Doesn't Santa know what to bring? 

Time has past and I am 44 But there is one thing I know for shor'. My
sister- friends showed their lovin' When they bought me my first 
Easy-Bake oven. 

MaryG 


   


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