Craig+M

Part one

Christmas

It sat under the tree, a large box wrapped in the same blue wrapping paper with little happy snowmen on it standing in the trees. I did what any other kid would do, I picked it up; heavy. Shook it; no sound, only something large sliding from side to side. I look at the cable box under the T.V it was 730. I was not too excited to sit around and wait for 2 hours for my parents to awake. Me and my parents always had a bit of a silent agreement-I wouldn’t wake them up until 830 on Christmas mornings. Luckily my mother left me a nice little present in my stockings, skate videos. So I retired to my basement where I watched “Yeah right” until 900 rolled around. The box had slipped from my mind, the entire Christmas spirit had seemed to slip from me, I was just tired now. I could hear my mother walking around upstairs, so I figured that I would go up. I didn’t necessarily want to open my presents. wow I must be getting older I thought, Christmas doesn’t really make me happy anymore. We went to the tree as we did every year and opened the presents. I always like to pass my parents their presents first, I really enjoy watching people open presents, the smiles on their faces are always so sincere. That box was taunting me from across the tree, I had absolutely no idea what it could possibly be. I figured it was something useless, a skateboard, maybe a snowboard, no big surprise waiting for me. As I pulled the box towards me my mother instructed me to open a envelope first. I always hate when they do this, they write me some soppy letter, with a 100 in it or something. I appreciate the notes and what not, but when I’m about to open up the biggest present I have gotten since my ride in Tonka when I was 8, I don’t want to read a page and a half of words which they could just say out loud to save us all some time. I opened the letter and realized it was not a long heartfelt letter “Studio 63 music lessons with Peter Rosa $84 dollars worth of lessons.” Cool, I thought lessons, something I honestly need…But why did I need to open this first… “Thanks guys,” I said, “I really need lessons, where did you find this guy?” They told me about calling around, trying to find the ‘right person‘. I didn’t want to have to go away to learn, I really wanted him to come to my house. Yet apparently this would be a “Better way,” their main argument was the dogs would bark too much, interrupting our playing. The box sat in front of me now, the little snowmen daunting me, daring me to open the box. Oh yeah snowmen? Here I come. I tore the paper off to reveal the black box that awaited me. It was a case, all black with silver trim around the seam, there were three clasps holding the case shut. Only one thing on the box giving away its contents, “Skb,” alright I thought, some kind of skateboard, or skateboard ramp. I was not too excited to unclasp the three silver clips, surely this was discouraging for my parents. “Open it” they urged me. So I did just that. I unclasped the 3 hooks one by one, then slowly lifted the case open. Inside the case laid a 3 tone sunburst Schecter classic C1, with the vine of life inlay on the neck. The early morning sunlight glistened off the fret board. The gold pickups in black settings with all gold accents made this guitar one of the most beautiful I have seen. I thanked them. Not just thanked them, but apologized for being such a jerk off about this Christmas, which arguably was the greatest thus far “We figured if your going to have such a nice guitar you would need to know how to play it…well play it well at least” My father told me. I was excited about the thought of finally taking lessons. If I only knew what these lessons would bring me.

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