CHRISTMAS: The end of a tradition
I’m not getting a Christmas ornament this year. I knew this was eventually going to happen, but it’s still harder than I thought.
Mom had gotten me an ornament every year of my life. The first one was before I was born, December of 1952. I came along in April of ‘53. Every year since (well every year I was award I got an ornament), I looked forward to Christmas day to see what I got. Some years, they were really cool. There was the skier, or the little horn that made a sound. I really liked the stuffed elf I got in the ‘70s. Maybe because I knew he wouldn’t break and it was fun hiding him somewhere in the tree.
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