I’ll be completely honest, those scenes in every almost every Christmas special of every show ever where there are presents covering the floor is complete bullshit. Homer Simpson on average makes like thirty grand a year and his tab at Moe’s takes up most of that, so I’m not buying it all that Bart, Lisa and Maggie each have ten plus presents a piece. I’ve never woken up and wished that my stack of gifts was taller than me (I’m a short Sicilian man that has been the case for several years).
I love Christmas more than any other holiday not counting my birthday. I love spending time with most of my family, I’m not going to bull shit my readers I have some family members I don’t enjoy seeing all the time. It’s what’s happened on Christmas that’s why the reason I love it. My Maternal Grandmother passed away twelve years ago from brain cancer, and I wish no one had to suffer through what she did. For one year, straight I watched her practically die in front of me. Though on Christmas day, when my Grandmother was home from chemotherapy, I remember walking into her house and she had a wig on.
I walked in and said that Nana had gotten a haircut for Christmas. Now two things; first, obviously, she had more hair than last time I had seen her so obviously, she couldn’t have gotten a hair cut from Santa. Secondly and most importantly, that’s the one day I forgot that Nana was sick. Fast-forward ten years, and everyone from that Christmas I sitting in my Uncle’s Livingroom watching a basketball game, and after gifts had been given and fights had been fought, my Uncle and Aunt wanted to tell us something. They were expecting their first child. At this point I had never had a relationship with my Uncle for he was a wild child by every meaning of it. After I’m done writing this, I’m going to go sleep on the couch, because I said cousin is two years old now and is asleep in my room.
I fucking love her so much, I feel so much of my Grandmother in her. She’s perfect. It’s not because of the puppies or new bikes under my tree Christmas morning that’s why I love Christmas, it’s because of my Nana’s smile that day or my Lucy. That’s why I love Christmas.
