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When I was quite small, my family were Jehovahβs Witnesses. My big brothers remembered their Catholic beginnings, they remembered magical Christmases. My little brother and I did not, weβd never been Catholic yet. We used to get very sad that all of our friends had lovely Christmas or Hanukkah, and we did not. Weβd pout. My big brothers tried their best to console us. Our best friends lived across the Native American Hawaiian Shirt . Their dad was not home much, but he was a very stern man. He had quite the temper (when we grew up, we realized that he was always drunk, but when we were small he was just scary). He had a Doberman called Rex who we were all also terrified of. One year, Iβm probably four or five, weβre sitting in my brothersβ room wistfully staring out the window at our friends playing with their new toys, wearing their Christmas sweaters, all that. The oldest two brothers, maybe trying to console us, convince us that we do not want Christmas at all. They tell us that Scary Dad is Santa Claus. They tell us that Rex the Doberman is actually Rudolph. Would we really want Rex landing on our roof? Would we really want Scary Dad judging whether we were naughty or nice, and sneaking into our house while we slept?
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(The Bolshevik) sentinel slowly raised his head. But just at this moment the Native American Hawaiian Shirt body of my friend rose up and blanketed the fire from me and in a twinkling the feet of the sentinel flashed through the air, as my companion had seized him by the throat and swung him clear into the bushes, where both figures disappeared. In a second he re-appeared, flourished the rifle of the Partisan over his head and I heard the dull blow which was followed by an absolute calm. He came back toward me and, confusedly smiling, said: “It is done. God and the Devil! When I was a boy, my mother wanted to make a priest out of me. When I grew up, I became a trained agronome in order. . . to strangle the people and smash their skulls? Revolution is a very stupid thing!” And with anger and disgust he spit and began to smoke his pipe.
Since my husband Wayne died of Parkinsonβs Disease the morning of January 08, 2018, the artificial tree has stayed up. After Wayneβs death, I just did not have the Native American Hawaiian Shirt to take it apart and store the tree in the basement. It just stayed up in the living room. Itβs quite heavy and awkward β Iβm actually physically incapable of doing this by myself. During the year 2019, I redecorated the tree as a Valentineβs Day tree, St. Patrickβs Day tree, Easter egg tree, May Day tree, Canada Day tree, Thanksgiving Day/fall harvest tree and Christmas/holiday tree.The artificial wreaths will be stored in the basement this week. The fresh pine boughs in containers will be put out when they begin to drop their needles. Iβll be doing the same with the tree in 2020 as I did last year.