My first Christmas, 1973. How about that good lookin’ tree behind me? My dad would take our beautiful trees into the garage and flock them. Flock….them. Then they were decorated from top to bottom with solid gold ornaments. The best thing about my parents’ divorce? No more flocked trees or gold balls.
Jump ahead about four years. My favorite things about this picture: the fact that my dad is wearing a cowboy hat (if you know my dad, you know that this isn’t normal), my dog Chevis, my OU stocking cap and white boots, and that there was actually enough snow in Oklahoma to make a snowman that big. This picture reminds me that there was actually a point in my life when my dad was really into being…my dad.
Not sure where this was taken or the exact year, but I have just one question for my mother: what the hell was up with that collar? And why do I look so much like a boy?
And there it is again. The damn white and gold tree. At least it sort of matched our lovely couch. Don’t I look happy?
Christmas Day dinner at my grandparents, 1983. This picture was taken right before my grandmother told us all to go to hell and yelled at my grandfather that she wanted a divorce all because my cousin said she was too full to eat desert. No, unfortunately I’m not kidding. I’ll save that story for another time. Sometimes Christmas isn’t always so Merry.
part 2 to come soon!