ROCKS for Christmas?
by Emily Porter, Afternoon Drive C0-Host

As the holiday season comes and goes, the memories stay. One of the funniest memories I have is the time I got rocks for Christmas. I’m still extremely bitter about this moment.

First, you need a little background. I always “fight” with my uncle. We constantly joke around and give each other a hard time. It’s not unusual for me to be very sarcastic.

So, here’s what happened…
I was about six or seven years old. As usual, I was pestering my uncle and he was pushing back. He started to tell me that he was going to give me rocks for Christmas. Of course, I didn’t believe him at all. There was no way!

Well…
Christmas day came along; everything was going normal, Christmas as usual. We were over to my grandparent’s house to open presents, when my uncle headed upstairs to retrieve the presents he had bought for my brother and me. He gave us the gifts and before we even opened them, I could tell what was in the box, ROCKS! I opened the box to find none other than rocks! They were the nice, shiny rocks you buy at the store, but rocks nonetheless.

I was already so mad, but that wasn’t even the worst part. I looked across the room and saw my brother opening a TV!
‘I get rocks and he gets a TV!? You’ve got to be kidding me!’

At this point I start crying and threatening to throw the rocks outside. Mind you, I’m only six or seven. My mom tells me, “No.” I wasn’t allowed to throw the rocks away. I HAD TO KEEP THEM! Of all things, I had to keep them! I was so mad!

As I sat on the floor in front of the couch with tears in my eyes, my uncle brought down another box with my name on it. I reluctantly and angrily opened the box. It turned out to be a TV just like my brother’s. It didn’t take too long to cheer me back up and I had a great Christmas, but that memory has burned in my mind and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

I could make many statements and analyze my story as why we should be thankful for what we have and how my story plays into that, but what I will say is this:

Memories can last forever and play a big part in your life. This holiday season don’t take those memories or the people that are a part of those memories for granted, because life is short and nothing lasts forever.

I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and make memories with your family that will last and last.