It’s the scariest time of year. The time of year when we, the Christmas lovers, become lulled into that familiar and false sense of security.
“Oh, it’s barely mid-December, there’s still plenty of time left.”
Okay, but that “plenty of time” sure has a habit of feeling like two seconds. Make the mistake of blinking, and Christmas will already be over.
If you’ve been going about your Christmasing in a lazy way, it’s time to pick up the pace. Buy your gifts, watch your classics, and light at least one hideously overpowering pine-scented candle. If you don’t do it now, you might have to wait until 2012. That’s risky business. Remember what the Mayans said.
Taking my own advice, I noticed that I still have three more chapters in The Greatest Christmas Presents Ever series to get through. If I don’t want to be singing Santa’s praises in January (and I don’t), I better open the rest of these old ratty toys soon.
Let’s start now!
This is one of the big ones. Maybe the biggest.
If nothing else, it’s certainly the oldest. I received it on Christmas Eve in 1983, which would’ve made me just slightly under five-years-old.
I know, I know. You’ll never believe that I remember something from when I was that young, that long ago. I swear, I do. It’s the only thing I remember from that Christmas, but I swear, I do.
It was Christmas Eve. The big party at our house. Thirty people and thirty courses. As usual, my parents’ bedroom had been repurposed as the “coat room,” and what seemed like 500 jackets were piled on their bed.
I was drawn to Mount Coat in the same way kids can’t resist freshly raked piles of leaves. But this was even better. Instead of dirty wet leaves, I was swimming through fake fur and nylon. Just absolute glory.
Somewhere in that pile, I felt something. Something way too hard and bulky to be anyone’s jacket. Call it a sixth sense, but I knew it was going to be one of my presents. Since I was four-years-old, and Christmas was all about me, there could be no other explanation.
Under all of the coats, there it was. Unwrapped and still in a shopping bag.
I couldn’t have known it at the time, but I’d go on to value it as one of the greatest Christmas presents I ever received, even over 25 years later.
Get ready. Get set. Bo!
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