“After he had gone we went out on the hill and shouted about santa claus till papa could not stand it and he sent us home. Pretty soon papa came home. But he would not tell us what santa claus said. And we never knew till Christmas what papa went out there fore. It was a Christmas tree. Jan.17 1907”
The rest of the story is found in her book “New Hampshire’s Child.” Lesley writes about how later on that Christmas Eve she and her siblings had a difficult time sleeping in anticipation of what was to come. On Christmas morning, the four children were required to stay upstairs in their room until their dad rang a bell. At the sound of the bell, “Mama went down and lit the fire and we come down and dressed and came in the front room.”
“There was a Christmas tree with candles on it. The children liked it very much. Carol (the son, age 4) had an automobile and some tules. Irma (age 3) some dishes and the noars ark. And i had some dishes and we both had dolls. I had a go-go and a trunk.”
“Marjory (age 1 1/2) was so astonished when she came in that she did not no what to do. That night we lighted the candles again and Marjory ran back and forth and laughed and played till mama said we better come to supper.” Even though Lesley’s story relates events more then a century ago, they are probably very alike to the memories of your own childhood. I know that the Yuletime excitement of the Frost children in 1906 is perfectly mirrored by that of my own grandchildren in 2013. The desire for parents -- and grandparents -- to make sure that each of the children has wonderful Christmas memories is the same now as it was then. May we all have as our personal prayer that love for family, like that of the Frost family in 1906, remain a constant and never go out of fashion.