“On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
a drunk opossum in a box!”
Emerald Coast Wildlife Refuge
(mother’s late circa 1950’s mistletoe ball / Julie Cook / 2017)
See this garish, yet oh so festive green, red and white bedecked ball of plastic??
This ball of plastic, aka mistletoe, has been a part of every Christmas of mine since
I began having the capacity to actually remember memories…..
Every year, sometime in December, Mother would haul down the boxes of Christmas
ornaments and lights from our attic.
Down came the stuffed Coca Cola Santa who would sit on the fireplace hearth.
Down came our stockings knitted by my aunt.
Down came all manner of bauble and ball.
The wooden beamed, insulated tomb which housed our poor ornaments,
as they would spend 11 months out of the year, was
in this wizened sense of hindsight,
a…
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Man Christmas time is a time of lots of family memories among other things of course such as Christ coming to save sinners. I totally laughed with the last story of a drunk opossum!
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