Wasn’t really appealing to me. I was one month short being 4 years old.

When my Mother went into a long sleep from which she hasn’t woken

up. One month after Christmas. I have pictures of her and my Papa.

Some brothers and an uncle. Standing next to a Nativity representation.

I was five and the Christmas season was in full mode. Remember

breaking piñatas in our new house. It had a large patio and each piñata

was held from two sides. It would be filled with peanuts, oranges, sugar

cane sticks, and a ton of candy. All kids would go on our knees and try

to get as much stuff as posible. We also enjoyed delicious pozole.

It’s a pork stew with radishes, cauliflower, hot sauce and lemon juice.

It was a wonderful time. We only had a small radio.

I think it was a ‘ Majestic ‘ one. Pink in color and small as a bread

toaster. My brother Gilberto listened ‘ Tutti fruity’ a million times.

Danced crazy to the beat. Very happy. And that made me happy too.

Next Christmas, I was already an old 5 year old kid. Mature as mature.

Could possibly be. One day I wanted to be Tarzan. Next day, Roy Roger.

I was given a silly gun with that noisemaker of gunpowder wrapped in

paper. Oh…Sweet Jesus. Was as cocky as an old kid from the toughest

barrios. And became six, seven, eight…it was when I went to Mazatlán

to study 3rd grade. The only time that stood in my mind, was that of

that silly gun and a stick for a horse my Papa gave me. Well…I knew it

was all pretending stuff. And it was Ok with me. I’m not fond of those

Christmas celebrations. Well, now that I’m old, of course. I enjoy all the

alcohol I can drink. And some food. May all of you enjoy and have a

wonderful Christmas time. Be safe.

EO