He met her up in Delaware in 1937 she was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress. It was December 24th at a quarter till eleven when he finally gained the courage to ask her to dance. It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight and the Carolers sang as they danced through the night. She was a small town girl, he was a traveling guy. He never caught her name before they said their goodbyes.
A couple of years later he was on the road having Christmas dinner in a dinner alone. When he, saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye her favorite day of the year, she showed her spirits were high. She said, can you share a little holiday cheer? A simply Christmas story was all she wanted to hear.
He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say, here’s my favorite Christmas story it’s about a girl with no name.He said, I met her in Delaware in 1937. She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress December 24th at a quarter to eleven when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance. Every Holiday Season as he traveled telling about his Christmas dance partner the he never knew well he’d share his favorite story with the locals he met. He was called the Christmas story telling traveling man.
By the age 53 he had done settled down. All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around just to listen to his stories about his life on the road. All he had known were these children he told. And every Christmas Eve they showed up before dark he’d tell them all the story but they knew it by heart. They could quote it word for word, he always told it the same. It was his favorite Christmas Story called the girl with no name.
He said, I met her up in Delaware in 1937 she was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress.It was December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance.Twenty years later as he took his last breath it was a cold Christmas morning on a hospital bed. The Children were grown, he had nobody left except the little old nurse who was holding his hand.
He said, Ma’am can you share a little holiday cheer? A simple Christmas Story was all he wanted to hear. But his eyes filled with tears at the words that she spoke because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she told.She said, I met him up in Delaware. It was 1937 on December 24th at a quarter to eleven. He was a traveling man. I’m so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance.