tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post6860879301096893200..comments2023-12-16T22:38:40.273-08:00Comments on .: A different Christmas storymenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18065283682414369608noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-88415462914126667372007-12-22T09:43:00.000-08:002007-12-22T09:43:00.000-08:00Can't we go to Aruba AFTER the holidays? Because ...Can't we go to Aruba AFTER the holidays? Because I quite like them but I like Aruba tooooooo.<BR/><BR/>Poor Tiny Tim. Mean Mama. Did he get anything or just coal? My kids would be so heartbroken if I did that to them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-12214413926218606622007-12-18T20:39:00.000-08:002007-12-18T20:39:00.000-08:00Man, that is so sad.Man, that is so sad.Andrea Frazerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14293267612840259503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-8685530485660964862007-12-13T16:04:00.000-08:002007-12-13T16:04:00.000-08:00I grew up with ADHD not diagnosed. I felt shamed m...I grew up with ADHD not diagnosed. I felt shamed most of my life because it was IMPOSSIBLE for me to be like the other kids in my class... I wasn't capable of it.<BR/><BR/>This story is sad, and hopefully your brother bore it out well, and it didn't do any permanent damage. How hard it is to stand up when you are 6 and say, this isn't right. I hope my son can do that if he ever see's me making that big of a mistake in shaming him or someone else. <BR/><BR/>thanks for sharing this.Mermaid Melaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02726231529791645694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-15449015895433770302007-12-13T10:01:00.000-08:002007-12-13T10:01:00.000-08:00I can't even imagine being 8 years old and finding...I can't even imagine being 8 years old and finding a lump of coal in my stocking. Even if it was supposed to send a message about his behavior, it's a pretty cruel thing to do on such a wonderful and joyous holiday. The blame rests with your mom, not with you as a 6 year old.Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05589769742639537861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-74355942677972317602007-12-13T07:03:00.000-08:002007-12-13T07:03:00.000-08:00What a cruel thing to do. And laughing about it fo...What a cruel thing to do. And laughing about it for so long before and after probably made him feel like he didn't belong anywhere. Did your mom always diivide and conquer?Daphne Ennshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11608993158840843002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-58398938825821054972007-12-12T18:29:00.000-08:002007-12-12T18:29:00.000-08:00This really struck a chord with me. My older brot...This really struck a chord with me. My older brother once told me that when he was 4 or 5, before I was born, my father played such a joke on him. He came downstairs on Christmas morning to find nothing but a lump of coal in his stocking. <BR/><BR/>The fact that all his real presents were in the next room was completely overshadowed by his grief over being teased so cruelly.<BR/><BR/>It's hard to imagine what parents would be thinking to inflict such misery on their children.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-2678814579685149852007-12-12T17:29:00.000-08:002007-12-12T17:29:00.000-08:00I have to remind myself to keep my sarcasm restrai...I have to remind myself to keep my sarcasm restrained when I'm dealing with my younger nieces. They don't understand it, and it's part of what makes them beautiful.<BR/><BR/>Always know your audience.ms chicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11281861496244331321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-17911974615725662232007-12-12T15:36:00.000-08:002007-12-12T15:36:00.000-08:00I'm with Andrea--I heard the "bag o' switches" fro...I'm with Andrea--I heard the "bag o' switches" from my grandmere many many times, but fortunately it never appeared. I guess I was a good kid... *lol*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-40149151696461949582007-12-12T13:58:00.000-08:002007-12-12T13:58:00.000-08:00Being raised in the South, our thing was a bag of ...Being raised in the South, our thing was a bag of switches instead of a lump of coal. Though my mom threatened my brother with this option many times, he never actually got a bag of switches. I did have a cousin who did, though.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09654221659666974164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-75796898802947865452007-12-12T13:39:00.000-08:002007-12-12T13:39:00.000-08:00At six, you can hardly be held accountable for the...At six, you can hardly be held accountable for the bad behavior of your mother. I wonder if Tim even remembers this incident...you might ask him, and tell him how sorry you are when you think about it now. Sometimes it helps to make amends.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12994258976391146989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-51799794261074001962007-12-12T13:36:00.000-08:002007-12-12T13:36:00.000-08:00pat, did it ever show up? That was the first and ...pat, did it ever show up? That was the first and last time any of us got one.<BR/><BR/>chani, it does sound like her doesn't it?<BR/><BR/>flutter, true enough. I think she has started to regret some of her actions, lo these many years later. But it's sort of too late.<BR/><BR/>gordo, i know. When i think about how he might have felt i feel ill too.<BR/><BR/>liv, if she ever brings it up again she will get that poking too.<BR/><BR/>amusing, Charlie Brown. I had never thought of that, but it does bring to mind "I got a rock."<BR/><BR/>franki, she could be a real meanie.<BR/><BR/>tink, i've seen that. It doesn't have the same intent as the coal. Plus you can eat it.<BR/><BR/>maggie, i don't really blame my 6 year old self, how was i to know any better? But as time has passed, it makes me more and more angry.<BR/><BR/>de, i am so with you, let's go.<BR/><BR/>princess, i think this was bad because we all talked about it for weeks before and years after.<BR/><BR/>peevish, i haven't. Maybe someday. And i certainly will say something if it comes up again. My mom is the queen of what NOT to do.<BR/><BR/>Jess, If he knew that i had a blog, i would ask him, but he doesn't.<BR/><BR/>ttq, and we are supposed to forgive. Not me, i can hold on to a grudge like nobody's business.menohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18065283682414369608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-88882391858398991652007-12-12T13:07:00.000-08:002007-12-12T13:07:00.000-08:00Nothin like lovin from the oven. Family's are odd....Nothin like lovin from the oven. Family's are odd. We do to each other what we were taught not to do others (strangers). And somehow because we are related that makes it ok....TTQhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-2788717689127474222007-12-12T09:04:00.000-08:002007-12-12T09:04:00.000-08:00I think we need a guest post from Tim!I think we need a guest post from Tim!OhTheJoyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-67315442127314687962007-12-12T08:38:00.000-08:002007-12-12T08:38:00.000-08:00Have you spoken to Tim about it since? Or is it to...Have you spoken to Tim about it since? Or is it too awkward to even bring up?<BR/><BR/>Don't carry it around too much, ok? Feeling guilty doesn't help Tim, or you. It turns out that your Mom taught you a powerful lesson that day. What <B>not</B> to do.peevishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14135920853307511091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-15557589631129187682007-12-12T07:25:00.000-08:002007-12-12T07:25:00.000-08:00My dad did that to my brother one year, actually. ...My dad did that to my brother one year, actually. I didn't know he had, but my brother was furious on Christmas morning. (briefly.)<BR/><BR/>I really didn't feel that bad for him. He got all of his toys and trickets and material goods, and he had been going through a little PITA phase. He got over it very quickly.Princess in Galosheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08815709655445815674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-55350745530573617592007-12-12T07:22:00.000-08:002007-12-12T07:22:00.000-08:00Same family. Same retellings. Let's call off the...Same family. Same retellings. Let's call off the holidays and go to Aruba.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-77346483549737022932007-12-12T05:56:00.000-08:002007-12-12T05:56:00.000-08:00that is a very sad christmas story. the fact that...that is a very sad christmas story. the fact that your mother instigated it i think is the reason you participated with glee and relief - she was leading the pack and you were only doing what six year olds naturally do, following her lead.<BR/><BR/>Telling that story, esp. in front of him, even now adds insult to injury. Poor dude.Lynneahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255266354171825474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-225199604245736082007-12-12T05:44:00.000-08:002007-12-12T05:44:00.000-08:00I once gave someone snowman poop...But it was just...I once gave someone snowman poop...<BR/><BR/>But it was just marshmallows in a bag.Tinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16188363142469404823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-56570655410096730502007-12-12T05:04:00.000-08:002007-12-12T05:04:00.000-08:00Awwwww....Awwwww....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-90625544625043612372007-12-11T23:25:00.000-08:002007-12-11T23:25:00.000-08:00Very Charlie Brown, indeed.Very Charlie Brown, indeed.amusinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03347183179627696626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-17146273759426340312007-12-11T22:44:00.000-08:002007-12-11T22:44:00.000-08:00something tells me that bear needs poking. you we...something tells me that bear needs poking. you were a little girl, give yourself a break unless you habitually give coal as an adult.Livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09154719979114564561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-88809724566460084712007-12-11T21:56:00.000-08:002007-12-11T21:56:00.000-08:00Whoa. Now, I feel ill. What a horrible thing to do...Whoa. Now, I feel ill. What a horrible thing to do to a nine-year-old. :-(Gordohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07601738885232775770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-22408961763107932022007-12-11T21:38:00.000-08:002007-12-11T21:38:00.000-08:00really quite the piece of work, that mum of yours....really quite the piece of work, that mum of yours.flutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-28975435234892527992007-12-11T19:47:00.000-08:002007-12-11T19:47:00.000-08:00That does sound like something your mother would d...That does sound like something your mother would do. Yeecht!thailandchanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10171731740204067889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30306964.post-82421588550618725302007-12-11T19:11:00.000-08:002007-12-11T19:11:00.000-08:00I feared that lump of coal every year..I was afrai...I feared that lump of coal every year..I was afraid to look I was so sure it might be there...100 Thoughts of Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com