BitterYoungMatador2
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Am I the only one who gets nostalgic around the holidays? I'd give anything to hop into a time machine and redo Christmas of 1988 or 1989. I don't even care about the damn presents. The time off from school. The get togethers. The food. The mall seemed 10 times happier during Christmas shopping. The dumb holiday songs that the local rock station played that you and your friends, 35 years later, can still remember and recite ("Weekends are for drunks. Use drugs.") Asking, "what time is midnight mass" and having that really make sense.
One year, I want to say it was 1987 or so when I would have been about 11, my mother spent the Saturday after Thanksgiving baking and said, "find something to do because I don't want you running in and out of the kitchen." Okay, fine. Our basement was finished into a gameroom, so I snuck into the garage, got out the artificial Christmas tree and set it up. When no one checked on me, I wrapped lights around that *****. When no one checked on me some more, I added every ornament and the garland wrap and the angel. When still no one checked on me, I went into the closet in the game room, dug out the Lionel train we had for going around the tree and set IT up.
By the time she came downstairs, everything was done. Now we usually didn't put the tree up until well after Thanksgiving, but she wasn't going to have me take it down only to put it back up again. You could tell she wanted to be pissed but was too busy being impressed that I staged all this in such a quiet manner that she suspected nothing.
And thus began the tradition of the tree going up the Saturday after Thanksgiving for a few years.
One year, I want to say it was 1987 or so when I would have been about 11, my mother spent the Saturday after Thanksgiving baking and said, "find something to do because I don't want you running in and out of the kitchen." Okay, fine. Our basement was finished into a gameroom, so I snuck into the garage, got out the artificial Christmas tree and set it up. When no one checked on me, I wrapped lights around that *****. When no one checked on me some more, I added every ornament and the garland wrap and the angel. When still no one checked on me, I went into the closet in the game room, dug out the Lionel train we had for going around the tree and set IT up.
By the time she came downstairs, everything was done. Now we usually didn't put the tree up until well after Thanksgiving, but she wasn't going to have me take it down only to put it back up again. You could tell she wanted to be pissed but was too busy being impressed that I staged all this in such a quiet manner that she suspected nothing.
And thus began the tradition of the tree going up the Saturday after Thanksgiving for a few years.
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