Need cheering, plz...
Dec. 12th, 2007 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumIt's been gloomy weather all week, I'm still stressed about everything I've been stressed about, and it is starting to get to me again.
I need stories.
Tell me one of your favorite seasonal memories - doesn't have to be Christmas, could be New Year's eve, or anything. Give me something sappy and sentimental, or funny, or bittersweet, even.
As for me, for some reason I woke up this morning thinking of a boy I knew called Andy Winston, who was killed in a car accident the summer before my junior year.
His parents were friends with my parents, and his little sister was friends with my little sister. Andy was a year older than me, and when we were young, we would play together. I was the only non-related female he wanted at his Bar-Mitzvah, and he was the first boy I thought I'd have a crush on. We grew apart as we got older, and our paths literally never crossed in high school, but he's someone who was a part of the pattern of my childhood, and I missed him terribly when he was gone.
Every Christmas his family would come to our house to help decorate our tree. They'd have dinner with us, and then we'd decorate the tree. After the tree was finished, we would run through the house turning off every single light so the only illummination was the tree, and then we'd lay down on the floor and watch the the colored lights reflecting patterns on the ceiling.
Whenever I think of him, it's always the Christmas memory of us lying under the tree, looking at the patterns of the lights through the branches, and it always makes me smile.
I need stories.
Tell me one of your favorite seasonal memories - doesn't have to be Christmas, could be New Year's eve, or anything. Give me something sappy and sentimental, or funny, or bittersweet, even.
As for me, for some reason I woke up this morning thinking of a boy I knew called Andy Winston, who was killed in a car accident the summer before my junior year.
His parents were friends with my parents, and his little sister was friends with my little sister. Andy was a year older than me, and when we were young, we would play together. I was the only non-related female he wanted at his Bar-Mitzvah, and he was the first boy I thought I'd have a crush on. We grew apart as we got older, and our paths literally never crossed in high school, but he's someone who was a part of the pattern of my childhood, and I missed him terribly when he was gone.
Every Christmas his family would come to our house to help decorate our tree. They'd have dinner with us, and then we'd decorate the tree. After the tree was finished, we would run through the house turning off every single light so the only illummination was the tree, and then we'd lay down on the floor and watch the the colored lights reflecting patterns on the ceiling.
Whenever I think of him, it's always the Christmas memory of us lying under the tree, looking at the patterns of the lights through the branches, and it always makes me smile.
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on 2007-12-12 09:23 pm (UTC)Two years ago, one of our ex-neighbors became very sick on Christmas Eve, and asked to cancel. Our family didn't want to change tradition and go without them, so we cancelled the reservation. At around 7 o'clock, we were all sitting around the house in our nice clothes, wondering what to do, when my brother (who was VERY drunk from a Redskins game he had attended earlier in the day) stood up and declared that he wanted tortillas.
So we went to Don Pablos, of course, all dressed up, at 8pm on Christmas Eve, and ate lots of delicious Mexican food and drank beer, and it was a fantastic, bizarre, Christmas Eve. I have a picture of my little sister wearing a sombrero with Christmas lights on it :).