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Christmas Time is Here Again. As the hustle and bustle of the holiday season approaches I find myself more and more loathe to participate. I even went so far as to ask Miss Boo if we really needed a tree this year. Her reply was that since I didn't "let" us have pumpkins for Halloween that I couldn't take away Christmas too. I guess I'll drag the tree out this weekend and spend Saturday decorating after all. Truth be told, I love the house decorated for the holidays but I'm just finding it hard to muster up the energy to do anything about it.

Yesterday. A day that will live in infamy. Pearl Harbor day, I must admit, really has little direct bearing on my life. Perhaps a big part of American history, but to me December seventh will always be my grandma's birthday. She passed away well over ten years ago and while I might not think of her every day, I do think of her quite a bit. More so on Pearl Harbor day. I remember asking her about that birthday, though I really don't remember what her answer was. I often envision her bending over a cake about to blow out candles as the radio in the background declares the news. I know my pretend-memory can't possibly be accurate, but it's imprinted in my mind.

Imagine. Twenty-five years ago today truly the day the music died. My uncle Jim was still a teenager when I was born and the first music I ever remember hearing was The Beatles. That's what music was to me. Quite a few years later when as a teen myself I started building my own Beatles collection. At sixteen years old I had posters of John, Paul, George and Ringo on my walls. I remember the night I made my little sister memorize each my sight. She was ten and there was no way I was letting her go to sleep until she got the names straight with the pictures. I wonder how many other ten year olds were privvy to that valuable life lesson. We both cried when we heard the news. I already owned the Double Fantasy album which immediately became sold out. I was pretty sure I sang just like Yoko. Like that is something to be proud of. Heh.
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