When I was a young teen, the personal computer craze was just ginning up. One of the earliest entries in the home market was the Adam computer, by Coleco. It had a “printer”, which was a flywheel typewriter that typed the pages you wrote into your computer. I pined for this thing for six months leading up to Christmas, while my parents coyly dropped hints that “maybe” Santa would get me one.
On Christmas morning we all headed down the stairs together and I immediately headed for the (very) large box in the middle of the floor with my name on it. With my mom saying “Maybe it’s a computer!” from across the room, I tore open the wrapping to reveal a brand new color TV. (As an aside I should point out that my granddad and I frequently did projects together where we salvaged abandoned items and fixed them up together. Like we had done with the three color TVs that were currently in my bedroom.) I tried my best to act excited and happy, but Brent (the ex-dad) immediately flew into a rage at my mom and me, shouting that “he knew” I’d never appreciate it.
So my question is this: what is your most indelible childhood holiday memory? All of mine are about Brent ranting and my parents fighting, but yours don’t have to be negative. It just has to be something that leaves an impact of how you view the holidays today.