Ghosts of Christmas Past / a Christmas memory

Christmas is a wonderful /colorful creative American holiday! 

My parents grew

up abject poverty. They were so 

happy to reframe their childhoods 

through me! 

All the gifts / decorations / food were a way we could share the prosperity of the 1950s.

I was a living

 accessory/ 

decorating the

"happy family's scene" as the

recipient of 

their wealth 

when I was

 a child MHO. 

Everybody in the whole nation was celebrating Christmas at the same time and watching these TV programs. 

My mother was 2nd generation  immigrant from Germany. My dad grew up in an abusive alcoholic home. Both of them as children Christmas was a reminder of how poor they were.  

This kind of

 Celebration was

 so mysterious/ 

 so systemic I 

 didn't question

 how it all

 came about. 

It was all the good memories a family like that could look forward to repeating every year till about1962-63

But somehow it all began to change radically after JFK assassination. That was my childhood's end.