I do have to say I haven't really had a BAD christmas -
I mean I have had some sad christmas's - like 2 years ago when my brother was killed in a car accident a week before the holidays...we managed to muddle through like my family usually does - since my brother was cremated my parents brought him along for Christmas Day...we put his favorite Day-Glo orange "Git'r Done" hat on his urn and put him up on the shelf by the tree...
To other families this might seem weird or crazy...this was my families way of coping...I know it explains a lot about me...
The year before that my sisters dog escaped from my parents house and was struck and killed by a caron Christmas Eve...that was a pretty sad Christmas too...
But the Worst one I have to say was the year when I was about 10 years old and I received a Dickie...
a white cotton turtleneck Dickie...don't be jealous ya'll
It was given to me by my grandmother and I still remember the tag
"HO HO HO - here's a dickie just for you..."
Seriously - what the hell did I do wrong that year...I thought I was a pretty good kid...but a Dickie that is worse than an orange and a bag of gold coins...hell I would have taken the Lifesaver Holiday storybook over a dickie...
Of course I am older now...and have moved on...
YEAH RIGHT...a freakin dickie
2 comments:
Hmmmm, late 70's? Yeah, that is pretty bad! I love that your family honored your brother that way, from everything you've said about him it was what he would have wanted.
The double meanings of your Grandma's card are hilarious!
Sorry about your other bad Christmas though!
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