Beanery Online Literary Magazine

December 15, 2010

A Not So Gooey, Syrupy Christmas Tale

Filed under: WR/BW DMITRI — beanerywriters @ 1:30 am
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Christmas is such a warm time of gooey syrupy emotions yet many persons experience just the opposite. Below is my not so gooey, syrupy Christmas story that I just felt like writing. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I submitted it to the Beanery Online Literary Magazine.

     I’m sure I’m not alone in finding Christmas a time to look back to simpler times when family and friends gathered ‘round the hearth after a turkey dinner, pumpkin pie and cranberries.
     Of course, I really don’t remember the hearth. I just remember a crappy fake fire place with some kind of red bulb and propeller that was supposed to go ‘round and flicker.  Yea, that sure fooled me.
     But I could be thankful for a good turkey dinner. Well it wasn’t really turkey—it was meat loaf made with mystery meat. The mashed potatoes were lumpy. And forget the pie, let alone pumpkin pie. I mean really, Grandma, was that too much to ask?  Just one dinner that wasn’t meat loaf?
     Forget the fireplace and turkey. We still had each other. I mean, I remember sitting on Grandpa’s lap and noticing one light was missing from the string of colored bulbs.

     “Does that socket have electricity in it ?” I asked grandpa.

     “Put your finger in it,” he said. So I did.

     You know I can still feel those fifteen Amps at 120 volts! Ole Grandpa laughed at that! Yea great fun for you old coot! You nearly electrocuted me on Christmas and that’s funny!?
     Yes, the fond memories of Christmas and family.

     I’m sure you dear reader have stories to tell as well.

Not to put a damper on the Christmas season, the Beanery Writers Group members invite you to share your not so gooey, syrupy stories in the comment box below.





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  1. The part about Grandpa telling me to put my finger in the light socket did happen but I dont know if it was Christmas day. The meat loaf was probably not true for Christmas. So take this as fiction prompted by reality if you will.

    Comment by raymond "DMITRI" beljan — December 15, 2010 @ 7:27 am | Reply

  2. Dmitri,
    So, is that all you remember just the negative?I’m sure you had some positive memories as a kid growing up! I’m sure your Christmases wasn’t all, all that bad or miserable! I think we all have had some good and some bad memories over the years; though, unfortunately, the bad sometimes outweighs the good, or the positive ones isn’t always as easy to remember!
    What I cherish and remember most about when my family got together for a holiday meal, (which was usually the only time that we all, (my brothers sisters, etc.), sat around together at the table and enjoyed a meal and some time together at the same time, was on the holidays; anyhow, what I remember the most is “how we all talked at the same time or tried to talk over each other and/or had many side conversations going on at the same time! My dad always managed to provide us with a decent meal, except the few lean winters where we had to tread out in the cold my twin brother and I and make a visit to see our Godfather, “Rene”, at a fancy restaurant where my father used to work! It was in the middle of Central Park in Jersey City, New Jersey! Anyhow, he would give my brother, William and I, rolls and leftover Turkey to take home for Christmas dinner or whatever meals we may have needed it for at that time! While we were their though, he fed us a fairly decent square meal, or at least we thought so at the time! He, Rene, was nice, but, his brother wasn’t, his brother was a pervert who tried to accost me in the bathroom, I, of course fought back and defended myself, and Rene, gave him heck, when he found out! I think I told on him! Anyhow, he never liked me after that; but, I know I was in the right! Anyhow, back to our lunch, we were given these huge, delicious roast beef (or whatever choice meats we wanted at the time!) sandwiches, on delicious, thick sliced homemade bread and chips on the side; we usually had home-made Italian Ice-cream for desert! This is one of the best things that I remember growing up in New Jersey! Back to the family dinner, when we weren’t
    argueing or fighting, my mother and eldest sister used to fight over cards (physically at times!), we did have some fun times as well! Like when my brothers and I played our own version of charades! We were anything from Elvis and rock stars to our favorite cartoon characters and super heros! We did that till we got bored with it, we actually kept up with it for at least a good half hour or hour or so! Anyhow, these are some of my Childhood Christmas memories! Julia

    Comment by Julia — December 20, 2010 @ 7:18 pm | Reply

  3. I’d like to add, it wasn’t too many times we got to enjoy going to see Rene, he died unfortunately, a few years later, when I was around 13 or 14 years old; I cried a lot, I really missed him and being able to enjoy the food my brother and I shared with him! Anyhow, I know he enjoyed doing that for us! I then left childhood behind at that age anyway, or probably, a little before that, especially when I went away to camp for the first time, and realized that it was time for me to grow-up and realize that life was harsh and you had to be tough to survive; but, of course, I learned that some earlier due to the roughness of the city I grew up in, and due to the city-life! Julia
    P.S. But that’s all in the past, and I now realize as an adult, the bad times are behind, and though I may have bad times, as an adult; life is now what you make of it, how your additute is, how you look at things, how you react to things, etc. JET

    Comment by Julia — December 20, 2010 @ 7:25 pm | Reply

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