Ah Yes, I remember well sitting in the office while everyone else was opening the presents they had exchanged names for. Then they would have cake or other goodies their mothers had prepared. My Mother had explained to me how I was no part of this world and couldn't be a part of this "terrible" pagan celebration. I didn't really understand all of the reasons why, but I did it to please my Mom.
Although this doesn't have anything to do with the holidays, it brings to my mind another time of such humiliation in my life that I wanted to die. I was 13 years old. I had been picked to be one of the commencement speakers at my 8th grade graduation. This was just before they started having Jr Highs. (yes, I'm old) I guess I had forgotten that the cerimony (?) started out with the FLAG SALUTE.
So there I was, standing on the stage. Hands at my sides, with everyone in the auditorium staring at me like I was a freak (everyone except my Mom, of course, who I'm sure thought I was wonderful).
I was called a communist, a traitor to my country by my piers. Some didn't say anything....they just stared in disbelief. It was awful.
I was a kid. What choice did I have? I had to live with my Mom. I guess I chose what I thought to be (for want of better words) the lesser of two evils.
So the Dub kids will always have a special place in my heart.
Because I was one once.
Sunny........thanks for listening