I can remember sitting next to the Christmas tree at Grandma’s house in San Jose, and plotting with my little brother, Nathan. We were rockin red sweaters and standing in the family room with Tiffany and Natalie Damigo and a few hand picked guests. The girls were weird, (I still think most girls are even 22 years later) but their dad seemed nice. My birth father and mother had been divorced a few years earlier, and living in Maine seemed like a distan dream. So on December 16th, 198something, my mom was married to Michael Damigo and a few months later, he’d adopt me and my brother and I’d have to learn how to correctly write “Damigo” on my homework.
I don’t remember what Nate and I were conspiring to do, but it’s one of my first memories of him. It’s funny that this is where I remember his life starting cause in pretty sure it started a precedent that would regularly reoccur throughout our lives.
A few years would pass, and Tiffany and Natalie, who are still weird, would regularly leave our home to visit their mom in Wisconsin and between December 15th and 18th, my family would celebrate Christmas. I was pretty stoked to get my presents a week and a half before all the other kids I knew, but it always left the real Christmas as an awkward cousin of what I thought the real Christmas was. I’m not sure why today’s date of December 16th stuck in my head, but it will continually be my “true” Christmas. Maybe I wait till the 25th to go home, finish shopping, read from the book of Luke and then read the “Night Before Christmas” story, and attend 40 Christmas services at Liberty Baptist Church, but I’m going to be doing all of that in my head today. (You may think I’m exaggerating about Liberty, but trust me, I’m not… And the worst part, you feel like an atheist when Pastor asks why you missed one of the sermons…)
So a very sincere, Merry Christmas to you guys! And remember, the gravitational pull of the sun and relative distance from our geographic location is the reason for seasons. (Get it??? No??? Okay, never mind….)