| Fielder’s Choice By Barry Burleson Surprise The Burlesons packed a lot of Christmas into a few days. It began Christmas Eve. Several years back we started a tradition of each of us opening one gift on the night before Christmas. I
left work at about 1 p.m. on Wednesday of last week and by about 3 p.m.
our youngest, Erin, was asking when she was going to be able to open
that first present. Her question was repeated several times until about
6:30 p.m. Then late that night there were a few last-minute preparations for Santa - like leaving milk and cookies. Christmas
morning, Pam and I were up early. The children actually slept in for
awhile. When they made their way upstairs to the tree, it was easy to
see, Santa had left lots of goodies. I think everyone’s lists were
filled. And there were a few surprises, too. The biggest surprise came from Emma, our high school senior. She
had been telling me for a month or so that she had decided which
college she is going to attend, and I would find out Christmas morning. I was beginning to think everyone knew but me. After we’d ripped into all the other gifts, Emma ran downstairs to her room and brought up one for me and one for her mother. We unwrapped them at the same time - car tags, one inscribed “Bama Dad” and the other “Bama Mom.” My emotions included a bit of shock, plus a big smile and several tears. I knew the University of Alabama was in her top three, but I actually thought it was second. I
grew up in Alabama, where football is bigger than life. You’re either
for Alabama or Auburn - no middle ground. As a child, I chose legendary
coach Bear Bryant and the Crimson Tide. I
considered going to Alabama for my college education. But due to family
circumstances, I chose a college a bit closer to home and less
expensive - the University of North Alabama. I’ve always been happy
with that selection. UNA is a great school, too. But as most of the readers of this newspaper know by now. I have a deep love for the University of Alabama Crimson Tide. Emma’s
surprise made it one of my best Christmases ever. It means so much to
me - with my deep Alabama roots - for her to have the opportunity to
attend the University of Alabama. I am so very proud of her. And I’m looking forward to spending more time in Tuscaloosa. Another
tradition on the home front has been forgetting a few gifts. Friday,
Pam discovered a couple we failed to put under the Christmas tree. On the afternoon of December 26, it was off to Alabama for Christmas with my family. It felt more like June, weather-wise. The
best story of the day came when my mother couldn’t find a cake she had
thought she brought to my sister’s house. She looked and looked. Finally, Pam and I said we would drive to her house and see if we could find it. Sure enough, I opened the back door and it was nearby on the freezer. She had just forgot to put it in the car. I called her and said, “Mother, are you sure you actually made that cake?” She shouted, “Yes, I made a cake.” After laughing, then I quickly replied, “I’ve got it. It’s here. We will be right back.” Saturday morning, we awoke early and drove to Nashville, Tenn., for Christmas with Pam’s family. One
of my favorite traditions with the Hefleys is the annual gift of
chocolate-covered cherries, started by Pam’s late father Phil and
carried on by her mom Fran. I had to open a box before going to bed
that night. It was a whirlwind Christmas but another filled with memories.
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