Well as you all know, I almost never start threads as I'm not very creative. But this site has caused me to turn inward and do a lot of soul searching and remembering. So I was wondering, what was either your best Christmas memory, or your worst.
I have several bad ones. The first one I can remember was when I was in third grade. I think I was getting either one of those space stations, or a gas station, something that needed to be assembled. I came down the stairs excited on Christmas morning to find my dad very upset, and my mom telling me that my grandmother, his mom, had just died. It was the first and only time I ever saw my dad cry. There would be no assembling that day, which I fully understood. I wished his pain could go away. That grandmother was full blooded Leni Lenapi Indian. I never really got to know her, as she wasn't a person a child could get to know.
Another painful Christmas was the Christmas when I was in 8th grade. We had moved from Cherry Hill N.J. because my parents had gone bankrupt. I had had a nervous breakdown, what they now call a psychotic break, because I had to leave my best friend forever, and we really were "forever". We did everything together. The one thing we loved was building car models, going to the the local junk yard and stripping old, old cars for hood ornaments, tail lights, transmissions, o.k., kidding about the transmissions, but we just had a great time together. We were at that just awareness age, of learning about sex, and girls, etc. Life was an adventure for us. We would ride our bikes everywhere. And then, suddenly, we were apart forever. Jeff had gotten "The Visible V-8" for Christmas the previous year. So this year, this Christmas, I asked for the visible v-8. I guess I thought it would bring Jeff closer to me. I got it, and my dad helped me build it in the next two days. The night it was finished, late at night, I couldn't sleep. I came down to the living room and turned on the tree lights. I stretched out on the couch looking at the visible v-8, thinking about Jeff. My mom woke up and came down stairs to find me there in the almost dark, slightly illuminated by the colors of the tree lights. She asked me if I was alright. I suspect she knew how much I missed my best friend. She took me back up to bed.
My best Christmases was probably as a young father, assembling starwars fighters, AT-ATs, etc., and watching them as they excitedly came down to experience the wonders of Christmas. But there was another Christmas, back when I was in college. It was the first Christmas with John, my parents newspaper boy. I came home from college excited to spend some time with him. I know I had bought him some things with what little money I had. He had gotten me a record, which was cool. It was a cold New Jersey winter, and we went out and roamed our streets late at night, pelting cars with snowballs, and running away from the mad crazed drivers. It was a great Christmas.
I hope all of your Christmases are as fun as that one. Sorry for the long missive. Share if you dare...haha...or should I say Ho Ho Ho....