The day that the big Sears and J.C. Penney Christmas catalogs would arrive was the ultimate thrill in our lives as children. This is where we would spend hour upon hour for the next few weeks, buried in the Christmas catalogs. We would have them so worn out that the pages would start falling out. Looking, hoping, and dreaming of the perfect gifts seen inside those glossy pages.
My mother was not a shopper, she ordered gifts from the catalog. We made our lists and she ordered the important things plus a few of the not so important. The huge boxes would arrive and sit in the garage until she started the wrapping process. We never dreamed of peaking into those boxes.
This is the nineteenth blog in the series by GeneaBloggers Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories 2012.