CHRISTMAS' PAST

 

Well, the five-day yuletide weekend has commenced!!! Work was done yesterday, and I had a ball at the farmers market today. Boy, it was PACKED! Everybody getting things for holiday meals. I stopped to get seafood for tomorrow tonight, I am cooking dinner for the Mother , the Lad and myself...a lobster tail dinner with skewered shrimp, and sides...a relaxing night. And everyone was in a good festive mood too it seemed. I had several flashbacks of Christmas past, when I came across several pictures in old crumbling photo albums. I thought I'd share some of them.  The earliest memory was when I got my first dog. I can remember getting up that morning and heading to the den at the crack of dawn to see the swag left by the man in red. To my surprise he had come. As I was in awe at the tree on the floor taking inventory of the received gifts, it was not aware to me that a baby dachshund was dashing like mad under the paper wrappings piling up. My father finally asked if I see anything running around the paper and trimmings...and I did finally see it...a little brown head peeking out of the pile of paper all over. She came over and licked my knee, and it was love at first site. The toys were history.

I loved Poochie for the next 16 years. Poochie was all I could say at the time. 

I went to see Santa every year when I was little.  I think this was two years later, when I was still innocent and cherub like.  I have no idea what's in my hand.

I remember another Christmas, years later, when my grandmother took me to see Santa and I asked for a Barbie doll. Specifically, Western Barbie and her horse, Dallas, and if that wasn't possible, I'd settle for the Special Edition Couture Barbie all dressed in huge red gown and with updo. Should have seen the drag thing coming then. I was just enamored by fashion and well dressed and heeled ladies then, with elegant swank styled hair. I thought this is going to be a long shot. Well, when Christmas morning came...no Barbie or horse. But unlike Ralphie from a Christmas Story who wanted a BB gun, I wanted no parts, but my father saw different. He got me one. When I opened it up, I had no idea what it was, and was more concerned with where the hell the dolls were. When my grandmother showed up, she had not one, but two of the Barbie's and the horse! Days later, my father was determined to break me of playing with dolls and took me outside to have target practice. I wanted no parts, but went along to appease him. He had the talk about how boys played with cars and guns and Lincoln logs.... yawn. But I had a plan you see. After he showed me how to aim for the container targets, I thought I'd fix him. I aimed right pass the containers and shot a hole and shattered the neighbor's bedroom window! That was the end of the BB gun, and a proper queen was born!!!

And like me, how innocent are these faces? They could never get into trouble, right? Well, this Christmas about 8 years ago, and had to do with Buster Bolfig Borghese and my Mother's late dog Lady. The day before Christmas, the mother and I were out running errands to get provisions for the Christmas buffet at our place. On Christmas morning, my mother came in my room and asked if I had seen the two bags of rolls for sandwiches for the luncheon meats for the buffet.  I hadn't and said she must have put them in the pantry. Well, we both looked everywhere. It was then we noticed either dog was to be found. She said she left them on the dining room table. I went in and happened to see two empty ripped bags under the table, one chair partially pulled out, and the tablecloth also pulled to one side more than the other. Just then, mother finds me and said both dogs are still sleeping, both looked bloated as hell. Lady, more so than Buster. Needless to say, we then put it together that both dogs worked in cahoots to get the bread and consume it. Crafty little things! We did have a good laugh, especially when we saw them both blown up looking like footballs in their stomach. And neither one was active or begged for anything the rest of that whole day. It would be three years later the Buster and her current dog Lillith did the same thing again, in addition to cookies. I now knew Buster must have been the mastermind of both heists.

And the final story came from a running a red light one holiday season. I had just moved out on my own that year, and ran a yellow light, but turning red light as I entered the intersection. Busted. Once pulled over and my info handed to the officer, he asked if I was related to a Debra, who was indeed my aunt. Turns out he was a very good friend of hers and knew my other aunts, mother, and my grandmother as well. By time we were done, he had asked me out!!! A bit awkward, but he was cute! A week later, on the date, we hit it off, it was evident we had stuff in common, but we were more both sexually attracted than anything else. And of all days we finally ripped the clothes off each other was Christmas eve. Three rounds of sex. We then went about our day. It wasn't till that night at my mother's that I was running an hour late and arrived to low and behold see Officer Friendly sitting in the living room. PANIC! Turns out my youngest aunt had invited him at the last minute to dinner. And like me he was out. My grandmother, goddess rest her soul, said to him "This is my gay grandson Steven I was telling you about, I think you guys should talk, I bet you'll hit it off." Oh boy...little did they all know how earlier we hit off. I even had to try and not get hot when he sat next to time at the candlelight service at church that night, where his leg kept "bumping". It wasn't till two days after Christmas he came to the house again to shoot pool one night. Never mind we ended up on the pool table! I got two balls in the corner pocket. So there was that.

Now that was a fond memory. Such nice Christmas pasts....

Any for you?