Cassie Nova • 12-22-23
Christmas memories — good and bad Good day good people. With Christmas quickly approaching, I thought I would beguile you with some of my most interesting Christmas memories. (I started to say my favorite Christmas memories, but not all of them are great.) Let’s start with a shitty one: When I was in sixth grade — by the way, I know when I start with a sentence like “When I was in sixth grade,” I know you young fuckers immediately start thinking, “Was that before color?
Was everything black and white? Was your school a one room schoolhouse for all of the grades? Did you ride a horse to school since it was before cars?” Fuck y’all!
I get it; I’m old. When I was in sixth grade, someone broke into our house on Christmas Eve and stole all of our Christmas presents.
That was the year Return of the Jedi came out, and my mom went crazy and got me everything Star Wars. A stuffed Ewok, the Millenium Falcon, a Jabba the Hutt playset and about 20 action figures — all stolen while we were at my grandparents’ house for dinner.
