Due To Mature Subject Matter
His Nibs (Dad) was not one to experience the Joy of the Season. He would use the Season to drink. I mean more than usual. Then he would go into the problems with Christmas, which, as a kid, I was honestly not interested in. Inevitably the sad tirade would turn to how Christmas has become 'commercial.' It took me years to understand this fully. It came from the fact that he lived through the Depression and that he came from a poor family to begin with. So Christmas in the non-commercial years would be remembering when you were happy to get a stick with the bark removed and a candy wrapper for Christmas, and those two things filled your heart with happiness. Simply put, Christmas was all about lamenting the past.
Jump ahead to 2015 living in the state I grew up in. It is going to be 71 degrees today and tomorrow will possibly be warmer. I remember when snow was fairly common around Christmas.
I'm turning into His Nibs. I miss the cold, the white...the past.
