Grinch

I never read that book, or saw the movie. The one about the mean green goblin that ruins Christmas? Yeah, I wasn't allowed. My mother thought it would taint me, as if any mention of an alternate religion would forever poison my mind, and my soul.

You could call it a deprived childhood.

What my mother failed to anticipate was the effect her own zealousness would have. I haven't been to worship in thirty years, and hadn't spoken to her in thirty-three. She died yesterday, so I guess I won't ever get the chance.

Maybe it's time I finally found out about that grouchy green fellow. He may remind me of her, and that may make me feel better.