Friday, December 21, 2007
Dolly Parton has a song called Hard Candy Christmas, from the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas soundtrack. Hard candy, I think, implied a make-do, low key, no money for extravagant celebration holiday. Could be - that describes a whole lot of the Christmases of my childhood, but at the time, I didn't know better and didn't mind. I now, knowing better, STILL don't mind.
There were 5 kids in our family, and only one wage earner. Dad worked in construction for quite a few years before getting a "better" job as a corrections officer that might have paid better, but turned him into a bitter, angry man. At Burtch (the correctional facility), on the last day before Christmas holidays, the guards and other staff must have had some sort of Christmas party. As far as I know it was never mentioned, but dad would always come home with his pocket bulging. Every year, the same thing. A crumpled brown paper lunch bag half full of hard candy and Spanish peanuts, with a couple of pennies and some little bits of cigarette tobacco for good measure. The bag sat on the kitchen counter until about New Years, untouched as far as I could tell. I always wanted the candy, but never could figure out how to get the rest of the "stuff" off without looking ungrateful or overly picky.
Every year I buy some hard candy if I see it. This year :o( I haven't seen it.