My own Santa Claus

Yes, there were times in my life that I could have been called the golden child. Your great-grandpa, owned a business, at the time I was young this was a very family oriented business. At Christmas my dad would hire Santa Claus to visit for a day. I was told that this Santa Claus came just for me, and he always had special gifts to give me. My doll collection was impressive, as were my music boxes. I would sit and watch the little figures dance and dance, mesmerized by them. I had two favorite, one being a "pink ballerina", the other a "couple" dancing together, he in a military looking suit and she in a ballgown. I was very much a prissy about my things, I do not remember ever breaking a toy or soiling one. I "guarded" them with care and "watched" over them. You could not play with my things unless you were given my permission, I had a share issue, as of today I still do!!! I have to say this was and is not a good trait to have, looking back upon my parents, they loved me to pieces, but they failed in some ways as all parents do. I was truly raised to expect, that I was here to be cherished and loved not just by them but by everyone.... Now that I just wrote that last statement, what a beautiful one it is, and in writing this I see my parents did not fail but held me up to a level of society that we do not have on this planet. It would be a beautiful planet, a wonderful world if everyone was "taught to be cherished and loved by everyone". My ability to love anything in life was due to my first being loved, as a child, my ability to treasure another in life, is due to my being treasured as a child, and my ability to want the best within my heart for others, due to being given this from the heart of my parents to me. The roots of love where planted deep by my parents in me, and it was and is these roots that have kept me standing during the many storms and trials that I have been through in life. Their raising me to be "special" allowed me to remain "special" within, when no other thought of me as being anything but useless. Yes, I was a golden child at times, many times though the gold was tarnished by time and abuse. Unrecognizable as being a precious gold anymore, it is at those times an unknown hand took over this piece of gold and shined it up ever so painfully. It takes a lot of rubbing and polishing to make something shine again... I do not know how it will turn out... maybe at the end I will be brought back to the little nugget of gold that my parents hoped for so many years ago and I will once again shine.