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Date Posted: 19:02:39 12/11/04 Sat
In reply to:
Katy
's message, "the private-e" on 00:45:00 12/07/04 Tue
Is this supposed to be just Christmas stories? If it is . . .
They were all good Christmases. Heck when you're little even getting an orange in the bottom of your stocking was cool, for some reason. Well ok, if there hadn't been other stuff in there too, that would have sucked, but since it was on the bottom, underneath the candy and all the good stuff, by the time I got to the orange, I was like, "wow, and a special Christmas orange too!" I know Mom was really just trying to fill the stocking with it, not really trying to send the message that oranges could be just as good as candy. And that's good, because I never ate them. I did, however, do the same for my kids when we didn't have a lot of money, because by golly it works!
The year Larry gave us "Lie, Cheat, and Steal" was a great year. That was the best board game ever, except when you got subpoenaed (sp?). We should try to find one and play it again sometime. I think the best years were when we all did something together (besides the eating and present-opening), like play games - or that year a lot of us went to see "What Women Want". That was fun.
Doesn't it seem like it snowed more when we were little? I remember one year when the snow was probably waist high on me and we* all went outside and played in it until we were frozen. At least I was frozen. I was in PAIN I was so cold. But the snow probably wasn't waist high, and of course I was a lot shorter then. Still, it seemed like there was more of it more often back then. I definitely remember having to put bags over my shoes to get to the outhouse through the snow. Oh, the suffering.
(* "we" being me, Mike, Joe . . . I'm not sure who else, but I know Katy was there because she made snow ice cream.)
Going to Grandma and Grandpa Zuvie's was all about these five things for me:
1. Having to have perfect table manners and eating stuff I didn't like.
2. Grandpa calling me "Butch", poking me in the belly button and saying "Is that where the Indian shot ya?" every time. I did NOT like being called Butch.
3. Getting to sit with the frog in the corner. What was it's name?
4. Looking at all the neat decorative stuff, neatly arranged, always in the exact same spot, every year. If I was lucky, Olive (Grandma to me) would turn one of her music boxes on, with the dancing people (?) Dancing lady? Was there more than one? I can't remember now.
5. Bundt cake. And those green Frankoma coffee cups.
They never did give us presents did they? Hmph.
More later, maybe.
I think we all ought to get laser tag guns this year and have a marathon laser-tag tournament. Rachel wants to get a new version of Trivial Pursuit to play (because Mom is the only one who knows the answers to the original version). Any other ideas?
I'd like to hear some stories from some of you other people now, please.
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