tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895687241085948761.post1467841541009925276..comments2023-08-14T12:59:49.564-04:00Comments on It's Duck Soup: The Stepford MuppetsFrederhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13541101078258130096noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895687241085948761.post-25713923680402553612013-08-31T20:45:22.527-04:002013-08-31T20:45:22.527-04:00Christmas was a huge thrill for me for most of my ...Christmas was a huge thrill for me for most of my childhood, and then again for the 21 years my son lived with me. When he married and bought his own house, it was right before Christmas 2007 and I have never celebrated it again, at my house. I never reopened the boxes packed post Christmas of 2006, filled with ornaments and garland and trinkets he had made me during his youth- like most everything it is still stored in my basement untouched because it is nothing but a bitter reminder of what once was. Now, this is not to say that I don't still enjoy Christmas to some degree- but it is not my own to celebrate anymore. It is built around a new generation and their rituals and schedules. I am fortunate to be very welcomed and loved by this new generation but like absolutely everything else it is all just one more reminder than life goes by in a blink and our significance- well, it doesn't last either. <br /><br />~JayeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com