A couple of weeks ago, I told the Little Murdo Girl I wasn’t ready for her to write about the Sanderson Christmas Eve, but in all fairness, I didn’t say anything about her New Years Eve birthday. I don’t know about you, but I have learned a new life lesson, and sometimes a new word with every paper I read. I told her since it’s Sunday, she didn’t need to be such a prolific writer today. She said, “I have never claimed to be prolific. Everyone has their faults.”
Today is my birthday. I don’t have birthday parties anymore, but that’s fine with me. It’s not easy getting kids to a birthday party on New Years Eve. Besides, everyone is broke from Christmas. My own parents wrap my birthday present in Christmas paper. I’m pretty sure they get my Christmas presents and say, “Let’s hold this one back for her birthday.” We stopped getting real Christmas trees a couple of years ago. Now, we have an ugly aluminum tree and a color wheel. The only ornaments on the tree are blue balls. It would look stupid to have tinsel on an aluminum tree. I told Mom I thought that tree was ugly. She said, “Well, we don’t have to water it, and it won’t burn our house down.”
This is not my house, my relatives, or my tree. I just want to show you how pathetic these aluminum trees are…Do these people look happy to you?
My birthday gift from Mom and Dad has been under the tree since Christmas. The wrapping paper has Santa on it. There are two more presents under the tree wrapped in birthday paper. They’re from the Lindquist girls. They are the reason I don’t care about not having a birthday party. (Not the presents, the girls.)
Every year, on New Years Eve, I go to their house and spend the night. We do the same thing every year and it’s really fun. We spend almost all day cutting up confetti out of newspaper. It takes a long time to cut teeny bits of paper. That night, we play different things and eat junk, just biding our time until twelve o’clock.
When the time comes, we yell, ” Happy New Year!!” Then we throw the confetti everywhere. Bonna finds confetti paper in all sorts of places, until we do it again the next year. A lot of it gets in the light fixtures on the ceiling. The last thing we do for our celebration is call the operator and wish her Happy New Year. She always loves it. I think we might be the only ones that remember the operator on New Years Eve.
HAPPY NEW YEAR OPERATOR!
The three girls and Bonna came over this afternoon and I got to unwrap my presents. They gave me a white sweatshirt with an orange and black design on it, and a pretty little lamp for my nightstand.
Anyway this year, Stephanie, Mark, and I cut up all the confetti, and they’re going to come with me to the Lindquist house tonight. It should be a majorly fun New Years Eve.
LATER THAT SAME DAY
Well, Stephanie got mad at Mark and me, and she has all the confetti at her house. She said she’s not coming tonight, so now we’re going to have to cut up the confetti all over again. Mom always says, three kids trying to play together do not ever get along. You should have even numbers. I guess she’s right.
My idea is, you should never try to change a tradition. Next year it’s going to be back to Karen, Kim, Tammy, and me.
Mom and Dad gave me a used stereo. Billy gave me two albums…One is The Kingston Trio, “He never returned, no he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned. He may ride forever beneath the streets of Boston. He’s the man who never returned.” It’s about a guy who needs one more nickel to get off the subway. The 2nd one is Ray Charles, “I’m busted.” His kids don’t have shoes, and cotton is down to a quarter a pound.
I have the stereo in my room. My President Kennedy picture is hanging above it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR…1964