I know Christmas is about Jesus and not presents, but I keep remembering that my opa (grandpa) gave me a 10 pack of popcorn one year. That would not be bad if he was a poor man doing what he could for a grandchild, but he stole my father’s inheritance and literally traveled the world with the money. I got a box of popcorn.
A little bit of backstory. My opa left Germany and came to America for education. His mother was well to do living in Manhattan. My father would visit her and she would take him to the bank to see what was to be his one day. Her husband became very sick and they spent most of their wealth on his care. However, there were still valuable items at the bank. Her husband died and she did as well. Upon her death, my opa had power of attorney and claimed all items in my father’s name, with his name.
He then traveled the world, seeing and doing all of the things he dreamed of. Once a year I would see him. He smelled of a cigar and spoke with a thick German accent. I would get a bar of Belgian chocolate, and one year he gave me a box of popcorn for Christmas.