What To Give That Foreign Spy For Christmas

I'm looking around at these Christmas decorations in stores--is it me, or is Christmas getting earlier and earlier??! I mean, it's not even Thanksgiving yet! Are they really trying to panic me into buying more presents this year?

It's tough to feel Christmasy in Florida, anyway. It's 85 degrees today and there aren't any thoughts of a jolly old guy in a red wintry Santa suit in my head at all. Or sleighs...he would never be able to get anywhere on those things around here! One year, it was 90 degrees on Christmas day and everyone went to the beach. Someone brought along a Christmas tree and planted it in the sand so we all could get into the mood. It was a memorable Christmas, what with the tide coming in and sun beating down on our heated bodies.

My first Christmas here in the States was very memorable. I stayed with a foster family called The K--tners (to protect the innocent, haha). I was seventeen and looked oh-so-innocent you would puke. The K--tners was the typical mid-western family of mom, dad, two kids and grandpa, except that I found out that the kids weren't really dad's. Turns out that mom's ex and dad's ex did the dirty deed and divorced mom and dad K--tner. So mom and dad K--tner got married.

I was seventeen, from a country where divorce was still something bad. When this situation was nonchalantly explained to me by the daughter, you could imagine my round eyes and mouth. Whoa. So...this is how being an American is like! LOL.

Anyway, my first Christmas with them was also my first snowfall! I ran out in my very thin PJs and played in the snow like every crazy foreigner would at the first sight of the fluffy stuff. I amused those Americans so much. They gave me a blonde little girlie doll as a present which amused ME no end. I haven't had a girlie doll since I was ten. Then one of the kids gave me a blonde wig. That was just weird but I wore it anyway. So there I was, in my lopsided blond wig holding on to a blonde doll. All of seventeen and about to enter college.

You understand now why I decided that Christmas that I'd rather stay in the dorm for my college education, even though it was more expensive that way. I guess I sacrificed some good stories about living with the K--tners! Still, the few months I was with them filled up a whole note book of memories so I still have much strange American stories to share! LOL.

What's your strangest Christmas present/experience?

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