I too grew up in the 60’s and remember most of what you share here Rusty Pins. I was the youngest of four siblings, the “baby”of the family. I was not a bedwetter but do remember the plastic bed cover under the sheets that made me sweat every night.
Yes, I remember fighting over who got the Sears or JCPennies catalog for for Christmas toy hunting too. I liked to also look at the pages with little girls panties, embarrassed and memorized by the sweet rumba panties that went all the way to size 16. Many a time my yucky older brother went running to mom ratting me out for looking at them.
Christmas was a special time of year. Cookie baking was a family affair that took all day. So many steps and so many kinds of double batch recipes were baked. We each had our favorites with mine being frosted molasses cookies. Chocolate crinkles were a close second. Candy and fruitcake were also part of the traditional baking.
We decorated the week after Thanksgiving and presents were added under the tree nearly every day. No shaking or even touching was allowed. How many times did I hear, Get away from those presents or there will be none for you on Christmas morning. The threat of Santa watching caused more naughtyness than normal I swear. Christmas morning was pure TORTURE for excited little kids. In mom and dads room three times during the night asking if it was time to get up yet. We were made to wait at the top of the stairs for hours when we could get out of bed. Mom went down to lure the heat up and start the coffee. Dad took three hours for morning ablutions.
How excited we were when we finally flew down the stairs to see the presents had magically multiplied overnight and Santa had filled each of our stockings. God devised Christmas mornings to allow parents to teach patience. We had to take turns each opening one present at a time. Dad was the worst. He had to be sure not to destroy any wrapping paper so it could be reused next year.
Moms baked breakfast puffs were once a year delights hours later after all the presents were open and parts already lost or broken. I choked down the scrambled eggs just so I could get a third cinnamony muffin. Bacon was wonderful back then..
I thought we were really poor as a child, but now I see how rich we were in wonderful memories.