”Wasn’t always a whole lot a celebratin’ goin’ on. If we were lucky, things’d be nice an’ quiet. We’d have a tree usually, when we was younger, at least. Ain’t like we could really afford t’git each other nothin’— Daryl ‘n I used t’try fer each other, I guess. Mama’d leave on Christmas music ‘til Pa got annoyed wit’ it an’ told ‘er t’turn it off. She’d make a big dinner; ‘r at least as big she could manage, dependin’ on what we had at th’ time. Our kitchen was usually pretty sparse, holidays didn’ make no difference.
At night, though, Mama liked t’make ‘a point ‘a makin’ drinks— usually cocoa fer me an’ Daryl, eggnog ‘r something fer her an’ Pa, an’ if it was snowin’ we’d jus’ sit by th’ window an’ watch it. Ain’t like it actually happened a whole lot’a times, but it was nice when it did.”