Christmas bike

Leila Brammer - Minneapolis, MN

Christmas bike

When I was 10, on Christmas Eve, I went to church with my mom and returned for Christmas Eve dinner--clam chowder, deer sausage (from my uncle), fresh bread, cookies, fudge, and date nut cake.  After dinner, we opened presents as is our tradition. As the youngest, I passed out all the presents, and we opened them all. After we were done, my family told me that I missed a present under the tree. I looked around for it, and they told me to look under the tree skirt. I did and found a piece of paper with my name one it connected to a string. I followed the string around the house (behind and under furniture and through rooms).  The string led to my parent's room in which I found a brand new John Deere 10-speed bike (my uncle owned a JD dealership).

In a very rare South Dakota December, the day after Christmas was warm, and there was a strip down the street that was clear of snow. I got to take my bike for a short ride, before the snow came and covered up the streets for the next three months.

I rode that bike everywhere for the next eight years. Sun, rain, snow, it didn't matter as that bike was a brick and could go anywhere. I sold it to buy a new Schwinn when I was 18 and regret it. I wish I had it, if only just to hang on my wall and remember the bike that made me fall in love with cycling.

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