When I got my first BB gun. I was just like Ralphy as a kid that age. I really wanted one and thought I never would get one.
"Next to me in the blackness lay my oiled blue steel beauty. The greatest Christmas gift I had ever received, or would ever receive. Gradually, I drifted off to sleep, pranging ducks on the wing and getting off spectacular hip shots. "
Would love to be able to oblige you with an answer but Xmas has no relevance to my merriest moments. Dad always started on the champagne at breakfast and graduated to his first bottle of whiskey by lunch time Although Mum was agnostic/atheist, she thought the custom was ideal for practising generosity. She tended to overdo the gifts which would send Dad into a violent rage. Then, because of the argument, the roast and vegetables would be burned to a crisp. After Dad died, as long as Mum was alive, I celebrated with her for her sake. But it always seemed to me to be rather hypocritical to celebrate a religious rite in which our family had no belief. After Mum died I let go of the custom, but Ari and I do celebrate the Summer Solstice (21st Dec this year) as way of rejoicing in natural life on this planet.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at December 20, 2016 2:11 AM MST
WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH 