December 21, 1964
The first day of winter! It’s almost like Spring, though. I hope it snows for Christmas. If it doesn’t, I just won’t look outside all day.
This afternoon I went to Caldor and got Bob a dartboard and some baby toys. (He’s only 17 years old!) I got Mom some scarlet undies and Dad a little green Troll doll. This is going to be a great Christmas! I can’t wait to see their faces!
December 21, 2022
Isn’t it amazing, after my tirade the previous day, that I don’t even mention whether or not we had a snow day.? I am guessing we didn’t.
This was the day I purchased the gag gifts; my family always gave multiple presents, all wrapped individually. When my brother and I were still Believers, the “Santa” presents appeared under the tree on Christmas morning, with no wrapping paper. By this time, it was a pile of presents three or more per person, and at least one frivolous or funny gift. For the life of me, I don’t see what was supposed to be so funny about the sexy red underpants for Mom. I cringe at the memory. By 1964, Dad had already engaged in at least three affairs in their twenty year marriage, and even a clueless fifteen-year-old could see that their relationship needed more than sexy undies. Mom, wherever you are, I apologize. Even though you laughed, I know I hurt you.