The Prolouge:
I grew up in a Catholic hippie household. My parent Religion was basied on three little words: "Jesus is Love" Christmas was interesting to say the least. We were never showered with gifts, i dont ever recall believing in Santa. My parents were far from rich and after having twins at a young age, having their 1st house blow up due to a gas explosion, then having a third child, and sending them all to Catholic school on one income it really must've been hard. We all understood that Christmas was not our Birthday, it was Jesus' and before one single present was to be open we had to sing Happy Birthday to Jesus (with a Birthday cake and all) and thank him for all the things we had. We then prayed for what we wished for the world and what we would give to the world in the coming year as a gift to the sweet baby Jesus.
With that said, I havent been to church since High School. Also, more to the point - I've always been very thankful for all the things I have. I really can not want for more on daily basis. Even as a kid I felt this way. I never asked for anything for Christmas, ever. I think I knew we couldn't afford it and anyway....... I loved the element of surprise.
The Story:
There was one time I did ask for something though…it was just once. I really wanted it. I can't remember how old I was, I know my parents were definitely divorced. I may have been in the 5th grade? I remember I got a bra instead and I threw a fucking fit. I didn't want a freaking bra, dammit! Let me just tell you that puberty hit me like a 2x4. I was dubbed "Double D DeNardo" as early as 7th grade and was very fucking unhappy about it.
So I sat on the floor in my room behind my bed and stared at the radiator with tears running down my cheeks. I wished to God I hadn't got the stupid hot purple bra with black frills around the edges and matching panties. I remember feeling so terrible. My Grandmother was so happy to give me my 1st bra and panty set. I love my Grandmother so much and I wanted nothing more than to be overjoyed with her gift, but I WANTED THE FUCKING CLAPPER!!!
The commercial had stolen my heart. "Clap on, (clap clap) clap off (clap clap). Clap on, Clap off. THE CLAPPER. (clap clap)" DAH!! You know when the old lady gets pissed off in bed and claps off the TV at the end? Yeah, that's when I knew I had to have one. I was so sure I was gonna get it!!
I had never asked for anything ever!! What gives?? Was I a bad girl? Did I do something wrong?
It turned out My Grandmother HAD got it for me. It was in the mail, they didn't have "As Seen On TV" stores back then. What a spoiled brat I was, geeze. I still have it, but havent used it in years. Truth is they are a bit defective, by design. Sometimes i see it in my toy box and brings back memories. I wanna be buired with plastic piece of heaven.
AND That my friends is why I never ask for anything for Christmas.
I grew up in a Catholic hippie household. My parent Religion was basied on three little words: "Jesus is Love" Christmas was interesting to say the least. We were never showered with gifts, i dont ever recall believing in Santa. My parents were far from rich and after having twins at a young age, having their 1st house blow up due to a gas explosion, then having a third child, and sending them all to Catholic school on one income it really must've been hard. We all understood that Christmas was not our Birthday, it was Jesus' and before one single present was to be open we had to sing Happy Birthday to Jesus (with a Birthday cake and all) and thank him for all the things we had. We then prayed for what we wished for the world and what we would give to the world in the coming year as a gift to the sweet baby Jesus.
With that said, I havent been to church since High School. Also, more to the point - I've always been very thankful for all the things I have. I really can not want for more on daily basis. Even as a kid I felt this way. I never asked for anything for Christmas, ever. I think I knew we couldn't afford it and anyway....... I loved the element of surprise.
The Story:
There was one time I did ask for something though…it was just once. I really wanted it. I can't remember how old I was, I know my parents were definitely divorced. I may have been in the 5th grade? I remember I got a bra instead and I threw a fucking fit. I didn't want a freaking bra, dammit! Let me just tell you that puberty hit me like a 2x4. I was dubbed "Double D DeNardo" as early as 7th grade and was very fucking unhappy about it.
So I sat on the floor in my room behind my bed and stared at the radiator with tears running down my cheeks. I wished to God I hadn't got the stupid hot purple bra with black frills around the edges and matching panties. I remember feeling so terrible. My Grandmother was so happy to give me my 1st bra and panty set. I love my Grandmother so much and I wanted nothing more than to be overjoyed with her gift, but I WANTED THE FUCKING CLAPPER!!!
The commercial had stolen my heart. "Clap on, (clap clap) clap off (clap clap). Clap on, Clap off. THE CLAPPER. (clap clap)" DAH!! You know when the old lady gets pissed off in bed and claps off the TV at the end? Yeah, that's when I knew I had to have one. I was so sure I was gonna get it!!
I had never asked for anything ever!! What gives?? Was I a bad girl? Did I do something wrong?
It turned out My Grandmother HAD got it for me. It was in the mail, they didn't have "As Seen On TV" stores back then. What a spoiled brat I was, geeze. I still have it, but havent used it in years. Truth is they are a bit defective, by design. Sometimes i see it in my toy box and brings back memories. I wanna be buired with plastic piece of heaven.
AND That my friends is why I never ask for anything for Christmas.
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