Christmas past
28-Dec-2005I have a vivid memory of my most interesting Christmas gift ever . Not because it was surprising. Rather, the opposite.
I had a great aunt and uncle who were mostly hermits. I saw them at Christmas, Easter and the occasional service at the tiny little church at which my grandmother was custodian. They were, as my spouse would put it, “ahem strange ahem.”
At Easter they would give my siblings and I the cheapest, most out of date, chocolate you could imagine. At Christmas, they would give us, aged 8-12 for example, antique lace doilies. They weren’t particularly short of money and they weren’t exactly rich. The presents they gave provided plenty of evidence of forethought so we were amused by the audacity, innovation and lameness of the presents we received. The presents were usually lame, but very worthwhile for their entertainment and practical qualities.
It became an exciting game trying to predict the kind of present we would get each Chrstmas. Painted pegs? A ball of old string? A budgerigar cosey?
One Christmas my brother and sister had predicted we would receive something like sardine can art. Aunt and uncle presented us with our most memorable present ever. We each received one hundred one cent coins in a reused coronary medication container.
Demonstrating the relative value of relatives, our parents were given one hundred two cent coins.







