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The Day After Christmas
99 years ago
When I was a kid and went Christmas shopping with my siblings and our mother (who ran everything) it was always a difficult chore, especially since we rarely had more than ten bucks to spend buying gifts for everyone. But what made it even more difficult was that we always had to buy two gifts for our father. That is because his birthday was on the day after Christmas.
I always felt sorry for my father that his birthday fell on the day after Christmas. I mean how anticlimactic is that? So as a kid buying two presents for my dad I always made sure that the better of the two presents was for his birthday and the lesser of the two presents was for Christmas. I truly loved my father and this was a teeny tiny microscopic way of showing that love.
Most all historical evidence shows that Jesus was not really born on December 25th. But my father’s mother was. Her birthday was on Christmas Day so I imagine it was always overshadowed by Christmas. My father was due to be born on Christmas Day and to his mother I’m sure this would have been the very ultimate Christmas present. But he held out until after midnight and was born on the day after Christmas. I always thought these two days must be the two worst days to have a birthday.
My paternal grandmother died when I was still in elementary school. I only met her a…
