In Kitimat
we usually used an artificial tree (one year we used a real one we were still
vacuuming pine needles in November the following year; besides which it just
felt off without that particular artificial tree). At first my parents set it
up but as I got older I preferred to set it up myself; the “branches” were
colour coded where the pieces went into the slots so it wasn’t too
difficult. On Christmas morning I would
usually get up before my parents. The presents were to be left unwrapped but
there was a Christmas stocking full of stuff like oranges, nuts another small
things, plus a larger think unwrapped would sometimes be out; just enough to occupy
me until my parents were awake. We’d have breakfast and then do the unwrapping.
The morning actually was the part I recall the most. I seem to recall there was
Christmas dinner as well but really the mornings were what stuck with me. I’d
play with whatever toys my parents got me but and I think we’d play Christmas
music, but nothing all that interesting happened after 9 am or so. Still the
mornings were fun, more so for the anticipation of the presents and the
unwrapping than often what I usually got. My one regret now is having Asperger’s,
if a present didn’t grab me, it was hard for me to hide it. I think I actually
enjoyed watching my parents unwrap their presents I got them more than the
actual presents I received. As an adult I’d probably be more appreciative of
the effort they made in trying to get something nice for me but I didn’t quite
have a good poker face as a kid.
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