• The Auction

    Well here it is again nearly Christmas, and with it comes that most memorable of events, the Christmas Auction.  Whats that? What Auction?  Ahhh… then you don’t know Derek!

    I can’t speak to the particulars of family relationships, I just know Derek’s mom was raised by someone “affectionately” only known to me through Derek as “The Battleaxe”.  To say he disliked her back in those days was an understatement.  And any gifts received from her were to be immediately disposed of.  Thus began the Christmas Auction.

    One of our Christmas traditions back home was the showing of gifts, where’d you’d display all your things and who you got them from. Some of us more intrepid souls (Eric and I) would visit Derek on Christmas Day and bid on such quality items as wool socks and T-Shirts.  Us winners would claim our purchase, and then proceed to, in all likelihood, play cards and drink with the whole family.

    Ah Christmas Day memories, laughter and silliness among friends, that’s what its all about.

    PS: I’ll have to write someday soon about the lovely t-shirt Derek received one Christmas.

    Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School. I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.

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