Christmas at Graceland was like a fantasy for Elvis and family — until the grinches arrived
The pregnancy hadn’t been an easy one. Due to her size and his shake, rattle & roll, the King’s mother thought she would have him around Christmas. But she didn’t go into labor until January 8, 1935.
At her bedside were her husband, the midwife, and the doctor whose $15 delivery fee would be paid by the state of Mississippi.
Her husband, Vernon, had just finished building their shotgun shack with a $180 loan. He was a carpenter, a moonshiner and 19 years old. Out in the yard that frosty, starlit predawn Tupelo morning were the family chickens and their cow.
After a long, hard labor, Gladys Presley delivered a stillborn child.
A half-hour later came his tiny live twin, Elvis.
The future King’s favorite day was Christmas, the prelude to his birthday. His parents, on welfare, gave him their all then. The boy, whose hero was Captain Marvel, wanted to give them back all the riches in the world.