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Hey, I'm just taking a break from cleaning the house. This will be my very first Christmas alone. Falcon was gonna come for a visit, but he can't. 
But I'm determined to have a good Christmas anyway. I'm giving a party for the staff at my school this coming Saturday, and to do this, I'm channeling Mom.
I even dug out a picture of her at one of our New Year's Eve parties when I was about 5 or 6. Mom always made Christmas special. So many memories come flooding back at this time of year. I have the old Christmas records we've played every year since I can remember, (and playing them as I clean), I still have the star, that's about as old as I am, and the 2 toy soldier ornaments, that are falling apart, that Mom got for me and my foster sister when I was 7. The same reversable plastic tablecloth (one side for Christmas, and one side for birthdays), that we put on the Castro convertible table for Christmas dinner, is on the table by the window that the tree will go on. I remember all the hustle and bustle that came every year w/ Christmas in New York. Me at 3 years old in my red 2 piece snow suit, visiting Santa at Macy's, (and not liking it all that much). The windows in the stores all decked out and the street corner Santas. My dad, forever the cheapskate, waiting until Christmas Eve night to get our tree. But y'know, it still doesn't seem right to get it before then, so I get mine Christmas Eve too, always have. We never finished decorating it before I went to bed, so when I would get up to go to the bathroom, I'd pass by the tree.
I always stood there a minute, watching tinsel and garlands sparkling in the dark, and peeking under the tree, to see which presents had my name on them. I never touched them, I'd just look, lest Santa would get mad and take them all back. 
OK, I've bored you enough, waxing sentimental. Does anyone have any Christmas memories that you think about as you're getting ready for the big day?
But I'm determined to have a good Christmas anyway. I'm giving a party for the staff at my school this coming Saturday, and to do this, I'm channeling Mom.I even dug out a picture of her at one of our New Year's Eve parties when I was about 5 or 6. Mom always made Christmas special. So many memories come flooding back at this time of year. I have the old Christmas records we've played every year since I can remember, (and playing them as I clean), I still have the star, that's about as old as I am, and the 2 toy soldier ornaments, that are falling apart, that Mom got for me and my foster sister when I was 7. The same reversable plastic tablecloth (one side for Christmas, and one side for birthdays), that we put on the Castro convertible table for Christmas dinner, is on the table by the window that the tree will go on. I remember all the hustle and bustle that came every year w/ Christmas in New York. Me at 3 years old in my red 2 piece snow suit, visiting Santa at Macy's, (and not liking it all that much). The windows in the stores all decked out and the street corner Santas. My dad, forever the cheapskate, waiting until Christmas Eve night to get our tree. But y'know, it still doesn't seem right to get it before then, so I get mine Christmas Eve too, always have. We never finished decorating it before I went to bed, so when I would get up to go to the bathroom, I'd pass by the tree.
I always stood there a minute, watching tinsel and garlands sparkling in the dark, and peeking under the tree, to see which presents had my name on them. I never touched them, I'd just look, lest Santa would get mad and take them all back. OK, I've bored you enough, waxing sentimental. Does anyone have any Christmas memories that you think about as you're getting ready for the big day?
-Tallahassee 
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I remember getting out a crappy kids activity book and doing every single activity on every single page just trying to kill time until I thought it was safe to wake up my parents. The big family Christmas was at our house that year, so everyone played the Atari all day. It was awesome! 
Peace.. Through Superior Firepower. 
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