Thursday, October 2, 2008 | by nathan
Christmas Morning
Christmas Morning
When I was a kid our entire family, our large, loud, wriggly extended family on my mom’s side, used to always go to my grandmother’s sister’s house every Christmas. Betty and her husband Howard had a three-story house in Okmulgee. The top floor was one big play room and every Christmas Eve all the kids would sleep up there together. Then on Christmas morning we’d come blasting down the stairs to sit under the gigantic tree in Betty’s living room and open presents. Betty and Howard’s daughters, who were teenagers when I was a kid, had a KISS poster in the stairwell leading down from the play room, and it terrified the shit out of me so much that I always ran up and down the stairs as fast as possible. When I was in the 3rd grade I fell down the stairs behind where dad & I are standing in this photo, and I broke my collar bone on Christmas Day.
God, I love the holidays.
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Comment by David B
At least I’m not the only one who was terrified of KISS as a small child. We are brave to admit such things.
2 October 2008 10:39 am
Comment by Nate
To be honest, I’m still a little scared of them, though now it’s for mostly different reasons.
2 October 2008 10:45 am
Comment by Karli
Footie pajamas!!! YEA!
3 October 2008 9:03 am