Hellidays - When Bad Holidays Happen To Good People

My birthday is four days after Christmas, December 29th.  To a kid that is real tough, you get kind of ripped off, if you know what I mean. Your presents are either small or combined. You never get a birthday party. But one year, when I was about 10, my mother decided I would have my birthday party on Christmas.

Both of my Grammys and Grampys were there and actually getting along, my mom and dad were looking at each other lovingly for once and my brothers had even gotten me a gift. I was so happy!!

Until I got to Grandma Adella's gift. My Grandma Adella, she was a nice old lady. But the cheapest person you ever did meet. She always would buy these real cheap things and try to pass them off as being real. Like real cheap jewelry and stuff like that. I mean that’s ok, it’s the thought that counts right? But this one year I was opening gifts and I was so happy I finally had a party with all of my family there. I wasn't get gypped this year.

I opened a garbage bag and to my surprise there it was, a soaking wet winter jacket. She was so proud of her self. She had got this jacket out of the garbage. Someone had thrown away a perfectly good winter jacket just MY SIZE. She took it home and washed it, but did not dry it for fear it would shrink.

Oh my god I thought, what is this a wet jacket in a garbage bag from the garbage. Is this what she thinks of me?

I cried so hard, being ten this was devastating to me. Then everyone was arguing. My dad was furious with her, my mom was crying because I was crying, my other Grandma Bettie was so mad at Grandma Adella she could of spit fire, meanwhile the two Grandpas were laughing in a drunken fit. It was the worst Holiday ever!!!!!

Posted on 12/16/2009 at 09:15AM by Anonymous
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