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Seriously . . . It’s Your Birthday?

December 1, 2011

Eh, Happy Birthday?

As the second child born to my family I was resented by my older sister in two ways. One, it meant she was no longer an only child and even worse I was born the day after Christmas. Until I was three she called me, “The After-Christmas Booby Price.” It was difficult for the family to celebrate my birthday. Everyone was busy buying gifts, preparing Christmas Eve dinner, decorating the house. My blessed day went unnoticed . . . sad, but true.

I particularly remember one birthday morning I awoke only to find my family was heading out to take advantage of the after Christmas sales. Everyone was going except me. My dad said it would be crowded and I would be much happier staying home playing with my toys. They asked our neighbor to babysit me until they returned. Hooray, I thought they are going to get my birthday gifts! Four hours later they arrived home with over-stocked wrapping paper, bows, Christmas cards and marked down cheesy sweaters. None of which had anything to do with my December 26th birthday. Later that afternoon the neighbor asked what they had planned for my birthday saying how I’d been so excited that I was now seven years old! I remember my mom saying, “OH CRAP! Is it the 26th?” I thought, “Why yes it is mother – it always follows the 25th!

My dad ducked out the back door and the next thing I heard was the sound of our car wheels zooming down the street. An hour later he arrived home with a stuff reindeer wearing a party hat. They fumbled to sign a card then yelled, “Happy Birthday!” I was presented with my day after Christmas sale reindeer and a card that read, “Happy Holiday Birthday, may you day be speciel.”  Seriously, I did not misspell anything, that’s exactly how the card was printed. The box of Holiday Birthday cards they’d purchase was on the discount rack for a reason. Even at the tender age of seven I knew there was something terribly wrong with the grammatical structure of the sentence.

My loving sister however did not forget my birthday. She gave me two beautifully wrapped gift boxes. She proudly said, “Happy Birthday little Sis. Here, open this one first!” I was so excited. I thought she hated me but I guess I was wrong. I sat on the floor beside the Christmas tree and opened the box. Inside was a sock. Not a pair . . . just a sock! 

Grinning from ear to ear she said, “Now open the other box!” I ripped it open only to find the match to the first one. “It’s your Christmas and Birthday gift!” Surprisingly, I was not amused.

Mom was so embarrassed she insisted I take her birthday which happens to be in July. Maybe that’s where the expression Christmas in July originated?

So to all of you who are unfortunate enough to share a birthday with a holiday let me be the first to wish you a very HAPPY HOLIDAY BIRTHDAY and may you day be speciel!

Deb Martin-Webster

After a successful career in Art Administration, at Temple University/Tyler School of Art, Deb has taken on a new challenging career as an aspiring writer. Author of short story A Hot Dog Stand in the Himalayas Deb has written her first novel published by HumorOutcasts Press titled, Love, Montana. A quick read crossing the genres of contemporary western romance and travel adventure with lots of witty humor thrown in the mix. Also check out Deb's popular HO series Friday Humor Devotional. It's prayer with an attitude.

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6 Responses to Seriously . . . It’s Your Birthday?

  1. Theresa Wiza
    December 1, 2011 at 1:38 pm

    Unfortunately I forget pretty much everything. You should have been my daughter You would have gotten used to it by the time you were 7 😉

    • Deb Martin-Webster
      December 1, 2011 at 2:43 pm

      HAHAHAHAHA! I would agree but I will NEVER forget labor pains!

  2. December 1, 2011 at 11:12 am

    Deb, you and my Coleen Noel share the same birthday, and I really tried to make everything separate. She gives me grief, but she could have popped out earlier. Trust me, I would not have objected! LOL

    • Deb Martin-Webster
      December 1, 2011 at 2:42 pm

      That’s right we share the same agony of a holiday birthday. I’ll remember to call and wish her birthday greetings!! lol!

      • December 2, 2011 at 7:05 am

        Try doing labor on Christmas – not an anesthesiologist to be found with drugs. That is my guilt to her forever. NO DRUGS!

        • Deb Martin-Webster
          December 2, 2011 at 7:29 am

          I’m feeling your pain Donna. I gave birth to my daughter during the 1980 World Series when the Phillies played. My doctor who had box seats said if I went into labor I had to wait until the seventh inning stretch. 🙁

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