The first Christmas my soon-to-be husband spent together was in poverty. Well, not really poverty but as adults living at home with minimum-wage jobs. We understood that we didn’t have the money to spend on lavish gifts.
He came over one snowy night with a jigsaw puzzle of Beetlejuice, the movie starring Michael Keaton. We met at The Brat Stop on Halloween night when he was dressed as Beetlejuice, and I in a Jimi Hendrix T-shirt.
He played lead guitar in a band called St. Helen’s (after the volcano in Washington). For my gift to him, I used a promotional poster of his heavy metal band which boasted of four guys with big hair, spandex that would make Rod Stewart jealous and pirate-y shirts.
I drew his likeness with a background of a totally made-up music sheet:
Perhaps this Christmas we’ll spend it the same way – in terms of love AND money.