cross-legged in front of the Christmas tree in 1% better

  • Dec. 25, 2021, 8:50 p.m.
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December 25
Only through old family photographs do I remember the 1960s. There we are as little children in our jammies, posing crossed-legged in front of the tree.

Back in the 1970s, Christmas was a special time. Many years the phone would ring in the early morning hours, well before it was time to get up, sometimes not long after me and my sisters had finally drifted off into a low level, near surface sleep. On the phone was Gran, calling from Williams Lake, BC. She never could figure out the time differences when we were in Ontario or out east.

My eldest sister back then would try to go to bed early, “so that Christmas would come sooner.” She’s in ‘the me traveling through time’ not “the time traveling through me’ tribe or is it the other way around? I never always get lost with time (and underground.)

So this is Christmas. Just the four of us again this year. Issy is skiing on Big White. The rest of the extended family is chuckling it up out on Vancouver Island. I’ll make a call later, about when I take the turkey out of the oven.

In the 1980s, we once had Christmas in our little bungalow in the Bondi Beach neighbourhood. That was the first time I cooked a turkey. It’s been my job ever since. It was weird being on the beach on Christmas Day. After dinner there was a light rain and we threw a tarp over the clothes line and sat under it sipping Canadian Whiskey. That was me and Rich. We invited a couple of girls that I’d met on South Molle over for dinner. One of them gave me a book of Tennessee Williams stories.

In the 80s, I also celebrated Christmas in Amsterdam, Haifa and Taipei. A lot happened in the 80’s. I was a lot of places.

In the 90s we didn’t have an oven. No one in Taiwan did in those days. Most still don’t. In the 90s we would bake a chicken in our toaster oven. I have photos of the kids sitting cross-legged in front of the Christmas tree.

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