All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth-Challenge
The year of 1949 was a big year for me. It was when I experienced my first year of school, my first broken bone, and my first loose tooth. All these things happened within a three month period. I started to school in September, broke my arm in October, and lost my first tooth in November. My dad was so proud of me. “One step closer to being a man”, he’d say.
The song “All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth” was my dad’s favorite song. He sung it to me every time I smiled. Once that first tooth fell out in November, others soon followed; leaving me with a ‘not-so-toothy’ grin.
A week before Christmas I started praying every night that the Lord would give me back my teeth. I’d had enough of the joking and merriment over my lost teeth. Enough was enough, I’d decided.
The night before Christmas, I went to bed with a headache. When I awoke the next morning, I felt of my gums first thing. Sure enough, one tiny bud was sprouting through the top gum line. “Yes!”
Now, my front teeth are but a memory. I often dream of biting into one of those delicious caramel apples without the fear of a pair of teeth left dangling when the apple is pulled from my mouth. I guess it never hurts to ask.
“Dear Lord, All I want for Christmas is a new set of permanent teeth.”