A GREAT NEW monthly
column by Micky's sister
| Christmas time around our house, this year, was
really great. Love was spread, peace was attained, and good will
toward all was our motto. What with the new thought movement of love,
peace, and happiness, which aren't new ideas really, we practiced what
we preach, so to speak, even stronger than usual.
My mom and I started decorating the tree, and the house in the middle of the week before Christmas. Micky couldn't be with us to trim the tree, 'cause he had to be at the studio till Friday. He wasn't feeling too well, so he didn't make it up till Sunday. He arrived when all of us were at a Special Candle Lighting Service at our church. When we came home he was dead asleep in my room, with presents galore all over. In fact, he still had some in the car, and it looked like Santa's Sleigh. All that was missing were the reindeer. it was chuck full of presents, and boxes.
Now Micky started talking about how to spring Debbie's big present on her. You see, a couple of weeks before Christmas, my mom came up to me and said, "Coco, your brother is getting Debbie a horse, and it's up to you to find one." Great!! I really know where to find horses in San Jose. Well I asked everyone for some hints, and finally the Thursday before Christmas, I dragged our next door neighbors, Anita and Laura, into the car. Main Objective? To get that horse. We went all over. Some too big, some too wild, some really a drag. We finally found a 3-year-old Bay Mare. Cutest thing you've ever seen.
Christmas morning was really groovy, we all got up early, and started opening presents. Micky had told Mom he was going to get her a new stove, 'cause she's had the same one for so long, but she said no, 'cause she wanted a certain kind, and didn't want him to get it. But you know Micky... On the tree was a little note saying, "To Mom- Good for one stove of your choice." Well, she blew it, and started crying. Then he gave Dad a tape recorder and some money for the church. Then my Dad started crying. Then Mamoo (our groovy Grandmother) got a note saying it was good for some new furniture. Well, Mamoo really blew her mind. She was crying for one hour straight.
Just then Micky disappeared. Around the corner came a miniature size Model T Ford, going about 5 miles an hour, with Micky on top of it! Gina fell apart. "A CAR, A CAR, oh, Micky, I wanted a car. Oh Micky!!!" While Gina was zooming around we opened some more gifts. Except most of them were for Micky. He got a typewriter, clothes, an electric back scratcher (Debbie picked it out), books, games (he loves games), a wine decanter, cuckoo clock, electric blanket, and bunches of groovy things for his house.
That day everyone went to sleep pretty early what with getting up so early that morning. Micky stayed for a couple of days, then he had to get back. He mostly rested, and had a lot of time to talk with his fan club officials, and read mail. We went over to where all his presents were, and brought them home. he got groovy stuff from all his fans. And brought it all home with him to Hollywood.
We had a great Christmas, what with Micky being home, and being able to be with him. I hope he can come home more often in 1968. The year has started off with a bang, and I know your new year will be just as exciting as the last, and even more so. God love you, and this year let's love! Let There Be Peace On Earth and Let It Begin With Me.
Transcribed by GCF, 2001