Last night i had a dream about my dad.I dont speak of him often.I was not his cup of tea growing up as my older brother was.I was like daylight and dark.He could already tell that I was a little too femine.I dontreally hold bad thoughts about him.He was who he was,and if anything it was he who really missed out.He was the sort of man that couldnt hold a job long,which made him poor,even back in the 50s.The dream last night was that he had taken my brother and I to the Chicago Museum Of Nartural History.They had an exhibit of Christmas trees from around the world.They were towering and I cant tell you how beautiful it was.I think thats what gave me the fever of decorating.But he waited for my brother and I got back to his apartment in Hammond.He had a four foot table top tree.The table was covered with a white table cloth and the tree was cover in C7 lights,(and if you arent fmailliar,they are hotter than the devil).They were mutli colored and the rest of the tree was cover in tinsle ice sickles.To me it was even prettier than the ones wed seen at the museum.Sometimes even a broke father who really didnt care for you too much,could sometimes stumble and do something beautiful for his children,even the un-wanted ones.I hope you all have warm memories this Christmas season.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 15:02:16 +0000