Since Christmas is on arrival, and everyone is stressed out as hell, I thought it would be nice to bring back some cheer, as well as good memories. This is a thread for us all to discuss the good times, and bad times, we have all endured during the holiday season.
So, heres to laughter & heres my addition....
When I was a little girl I remember the day I thought Santa no longer existed, I was 6.
It all started in first grade with me and my best friend, a little blonde German boy.. I don't recall his name but his words I will never forget.
We were both in class sitting on the floor in a circle with about 30 other kids discussing what we wanted for Christmas, I believe I wanted a life size Barbie house with hot pink exterior and two moving elevators & that is still what I want as of today! (haha) Any ways I was listening to Stacy talk about the pony she dreamed of and how Ben wanted to be a cowboy, which I didn't understand.. isn't it Halloween that you want to be someone else? Strange kid I thought, when suddenly the bell rang and we were all dismissed for recess.
I went to get my snacks from my oh so lovely Barbie backpack when my little German friend pulled me outside and then threw me around the corner of our school and looked me dead in the eyes. "Hes not real **Rachelle, I know, I saw!" These words hurt,and I told him he was stupid, "Your just a stupid boy, always ruining things, stupid boys." But the story that he was about to tell me was so real.. He said that a few days earlier he rushed into his moms room to tell her there was no more juice boxes, I think he peed the bed but I knew he wouldn't confess to that, an what he saw was his Mommy & Daddy wrapping presents & on those presents there were little red tags that said "From Santa." He was furious, he said his mother tried to assure that she was only helping Santa because he was behind on work, but he and I both knew she was a liar..
Later that day after school my mother came to pick me up, she was sporting a new red Cabrio convertible and she asked me if I liked it, I replied "Oh and Santa probably bought it for you RIGHT! Santa?" My mother, a bit shocked, took me straight home and tried to explain that Santa was real and that the boy in my class was being silly. I didn't listen, that was the winter I learned sarcasm.
The night before Christmas I ran to the bathroom many times, not because I had to pee but because I could see the living room where the shiny tree stood & was stuck on seeing my parents.. the liars.. in action! I saw nothing.. & eventually I passed out.
Now to understand this story you have no know my mother. Think Martha Stewart/Mr.Cleans wife. She was immaculate. Perfect. Everything had a place, we had different plates for different holidays, lots of decorations and tons of food. There was no stains on our carpets, no marks on our walls, no scratches on our hardwood. My mother loved perfection.
That being said, we had the most fabulous shag snowflake white carpets (Yes they were shag carpets.. don't hate!) in our living room where our tree glistened and every morning on Christmas our mother would check our feet before we entered the living room, the living room was for adults only and we were only aloud in there on holidays.
So on this very special Christmas morning I woke up and ran to my parents room, ripped my mother and father out of bed & yelled "CHRIIIIISSSSTMASSSSS" right then my dad scooped me up into his arms and ran out to the living room, my mother followed. That's when I realized Santa was real....
The usual was present, half eaten cookies, carrots half eaten by the reindeer, but one thing was not normal..... THE CARPET........ I turned and looked at my mother, her mouth hit the ground. She looked the same way I did when my sisters stole my Barbies and popped off all there heads. In front of the chimney my mothers beautiful white shag carpet was covered in ASH!! Everywhere, stomped in, mushed in, the carpet... Ruined!!!! With my Christmas spirit now completely revitalized I ran to the tree, fell on my knees and ripped open every present, my name on it or not, under that tree. If I wasn't so mesmerized by my new found love of Santa I probably would have noticed my mother beating the crap out of my father behind me.
So, heres to laughter & heres my addition....
When I was a little girl I remember the day I thought Santa no longer existed, I was 6.
It all started in first grade with me and my best friend, a little blonde German boy.. I don't recall his name but his words I will never forget.
We were both in class sitting on the floor in a circle with about 30 other kids discussing what we wanted for Christmas, I believe I wanted a life size Barbie house with hot pink exterior and two moving elevators & that is still what I want as of today! (haha) Any ways I was listening to Stacy talk about the pony she dreamed of and how Ben wanted to be a cowboy, which I didn't understand.. isn't it Halloween that you want to be someone else? Strange kid I thought, when suddenly the bell rang and we were all dismissed for recess.
I went to get my snacks from my oh so lovely Barbie backpack when my little German friend pulled me outside and then threw me around the corner of our school and looked me dead in the eyes. "Hes not real **Rachelle, I know, I saw!" These words hurt,and I told him he was stupid, "Your just a stupid boy, always ruining things, stupid boys." But the story that he was about to tell me was so real.. He said that a few days earlier he rushed into his moms room to tell her there was no more juice boxes, I think he peed the bed but I knew he wouldn't confess to that, an what he saw was his Mommy & Daddy wrapping presents & on those presents there were little red tags that said "From Santa." He was furious, he said his mother tried to assure that she was only helping Santa because he was behind on work, but he and I both knew she was a liar..
Later that day after school my mother came to pick me up, she was sporting a new red Cabrio convertible and she asked me if I liked it, I replied "Oh and Santa probably bought it for you RIGHT! Santa?" My mother, a bit shocked, took me straight home and tried to explain that Santa was real and that the boy in my class was being silly. I didn't listen, that was the winter I learned sarcasm.
The night before Christmas I ran to the bathroom many times, not because I had to pee but because I could see the living room where the shiny tree stood & was stuck on seeing my parents.. the liars.. in action! I saw nothing.. & eventually I passed out.
Now to understand this story you have no know my mother. Think Martha Stewart/Mr.Cleans wife. She was immaculate. Perfect. Everything had a place, we had different plates for different holidays, lots of decorations and tons of food. There was no stains on our carpets, no marks on our walls, no scratches on our hardwood. My mother loved perfection.
That being said, we had the most fabulous shag snowflake white carpets (Yes they were shag carpets.. don't hate!) in our living room where our tree glistened and every morning on Christmas our mother would check our feet before we entered the living room, the living room was for adults only and we were only aloud in there on holidays.
So on this very special Christmas morning I woke up and ran to my parents room, ripped my mother and father out of bed & yelled "CHRIIIIISSSSTMASSSSS" right then my dad scooped me up into his arms and ran out to the living room, my mother followed. That's when I realized Santa was real....
The usual was present, half eaten cookies, carrots half eaten by the reindeer, but one thing was not normal..... THE CARPET........ I turned and looked at my mother, her mouth hit the ground. She looked the same way I did when my sisters stole my Barbies and popped off all there heads. In front of the chimney my mothers beautiful white shag carpet was covered in ASH!! Everywhere, stomped in, mushed in, the carpet... Ruined!!!! With my Christmas spirit now completely revitalized I ran to the tree, fell on my knees and ripped open every present, my name on it or not, under that tree. If I wasn't so mesmerized by my new found love of Santa I probably would have noticed my mother beating the crap out of my father behind me.
Thanks for sharing!
