People who hated Christmas used to bother me. I hated hearing their diatribes about commercialism and expense and depression. Over the years, though, my dreamy view of Christmas tarnished. I can’t remember many Christmas presents from childhood, but I do remember so many other wonderful things. I think it was 1975 when Uncle Bob and Aunt Carol came over on Christmas Eve. They sat in the dining room with my Mom and Dad drinking and laughing. Uncle Bob was a riot. I can still see him in his white crew cut, smoking a Camel, drinking whiskey. Those World War II guys understood the value of whiskey.
Christmas Past
Christmas Past
Christmas Past
People who hated Christmas used to bother me. I hated hearing their diatribes about commercialism and expense and depression. Over the years, though, my dreamy view of Christmas tarnished. I can’t remember many Christmas presents from childhood, but I do remember so many other wonderful things. I think it was 1975 when Uncle Bob and Aunt Carol came over on Christmas Eve. They sat in the dining room with my Mom and Dad drinking and laughing. Uncle Bob was a riot. I can still see him in his white crew cut, smoking a Camel, drinking whiskey. Those World War II guys understood the value of whiskey.