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|My First Easy-Bake Oven (standard:other, 758 words)|
|Author: MaryG||Added: Jun 25 2002||Views/Reads: 2033/1||Story 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 Tweet
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