‘Tis the season for drunken friends and relatives and the giving of gifts. For most people. My Christmas Eve this year is a time for me to reflect on the year and my ghosts of Christmas Past. So, In good spirit I shall share my favorite dear Christmas memories that are close to my spooky heart. It’s an odd Christmas indeed for me as it’s 70 degrees outside and no sign of snow. I live in New York state… never in my life have I had a Christmas that didn’t require a woodstove. It’s like going on a vacation with out the expense.
- When I was three years old, I told my parents I already had toys and I didn’t want a strange man in my house to deliver the toys. I had enough and he should keep out of my house and not eat my cookies.
- When my Pop Pop (RIP 1927-2005) was alive he would always help me snitch Christmas cookies from Mom mom’s Christmas cookie batches. We had a good time and he taught me swear words in German.
- One year my parents bought my younger brother and I a bunch of gifts but hid them beneath the couch. So beneath the tree “Santa” only delivered one present for each of us. I got macaroni and cheese and my brother got peanut butter cereal. We were the two happiest kids in the world that my parents were shocked we didn’t bother looking for the other gifts until they pointed out that there was a note on the tree from “Santa” to go on a scavenger hunt. That was the best macaroni and cheese ever.
- The Christmas I had with my first real boyfriend will always be a pleasant memory. I drove down in the ice and snow to go pick him up three hours away from me and bring him to my house. His first night with me he got stuck with the whole CLAN of my family and all their drinking antics. Thank you for the memory dude! I laughed my ass off the whole time.
I wish all my creeps a Spooky holiday. Whatever holiday you may celebrate.