A long time ago, an 8-year-old girl named Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of the New York Sun. Virginia wanted to know if there really was a Santa Claus. On September 21, 1897, the editor published his now classic answer. Here it is.
More Christmas Memories
I’m 55-years-old, so I’ve seen a lot of Christmases, and I’ve gotten a lot of Christmas gifts. And the oddest gift I ever got was a “BBC.”
I don’t remember the exact year, I think I was in 7th or 8th grade, and I don’t remember the exact situation, but my parents informed me and my siblings two months prior to Christmas that we were getting BBCs.
For the next eight weeks, Brother Groovy, Sister Groovy, and I guessed at what a BBC might be.
“Is it a big black cat?”
“No, we’re not getting you a panther.”
“Is it a big brown coat?”
“Is it a bowling ball cover?”
“A beer belly costume?”
“Stop it. That’s not even a real thing.”
“I know. I know. It’s a Buffalo Bill cap gun.”
“Nope. Try again.”
“I finally figured it out. You’re taking us to South America for a Brazilian beach carnival.”
We never figured out what a BBC was until Christmas day (Google wasn’t around in the 1970s). And when we did, we were somewhat crestfallen. It turned out a BBC was a big yellow bean bag chair. Not a Brazilian beach carnival. Not a Buffalo Bill cap gun. Not even a big black cat. It was just a yellow mushy vinyl-covered blob to sit in.
But then something funny happened. Those vinyl-covered blobs were actually very comfortable. And they became the perfect perch from which we could devour our Captain Crunch and gaze upon television. So, yes, our parents got us pretty good with the BBC ruse, and that rankled our adolescent sense of justice. But in rather short order, we came to the realization that we loved our BBCs.
Those bean bag chairs were a fixture in our den for close to ten years. I don’t remember when they were finally carted off to the land fill, but I remember their departure was accompanied by a tinge of sadness.
Isn’t life strange? The oddest Christmas gift I ever got turned out to be the best Christmas gift I ever got. It also turned out to be my fondest Christmas memory.
Okay, groovy freedomists, that’s all I got. What are your fondest Christmas memories? I would love to hear them.
P.S. For a little fun, I decided to include some additional Christmas memories from my formative years. Enjoy.
And Mrs. Groovy’s favorite…