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Merry Christmas gang!
My favorite Christmas memory comes from holiday 1977.
Star Wars (org.) was all the rage that year and as a young 8-year-old lad, I fell hook, line and sinker for the requisite merchandising.
A couple weeks before Christmas my dad, older brother and I were at Lechmere's Department store where we spied a couple of fine looking light saber toys. Back then it was basically a flashlight handle (with colored film over the lens) and a milky white plastic sword attachment. Not knowing any better I fell in love on the spot.
My dad realized that since we were there and the item was actually in stock, it was prudent to just buy it on the spot. He told us that we would obviously have to wait 'till Christmas to open them.
Yeah, right.
For two weeks, my brother would steal my dad's car keys, sneak out our bedroom window, retrieve the light sabers so we could toy around with them after lights-out, and then deftly put them and the keys back. It didn't help that I was living in Boston and we had record snows that season. My poor brother tromped out there in the snow wearing nothing but PJs and maybe reg. shoes.
But he was industrious about it. So much so, that he charged me $1 for each trip. Hey, he was doing all the work, right? Not sure where my 8-year-old self came up with all the dollar bills for late night Star Wars saber battles, but I scraped the money together to make it happen.
Some of my most cherished memories are of my brother and I facing off in the dark, him on his bed and me on mine, reenacting light saber battles from our favorite movie of all time.
These days I get more mileage in the memory department of him sneaking out into the snow under the cover of darkness to nab those damn things. To this day I'm still amazed he didn't catch pneumonia! |
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