It's a Hand-Me-Down Christmas,Charlie Brown

I never have understood why certain memories come rushing back unexpectedly. When I was a child my Grandparents tried to give us everything we wanted. Unfortunately, we didn't come from a family with the means to supply our demand. So, my Grandmother did what she could. By this I mean theft. One year I wanted an Atari because my brother had one and rarely let me play. Instead of buying one, which I don't think she could afford, she wrapped up my brother's Atari and gave it to me for Christmas. This was a very sweet idea, and bless her heart I don't think she expected the all out war she started. My brother and I rarely handled situations in a calm manner. The smart thing would have been to give it back to him. What I did was taunt him with the fact that he now had no Atari and I did. We'll just say that the scar healed nicely. The more I think about it the more I wonder if Grandmother knew what she was doing. Hey Granny, what was in that back room? It always smelled of cigar smoke and sweaty old men. I think she may have been a part of some sick chicken-fight type gambling ring. Only, we were the chickens.