Christmas, 1969. Mother and Father were still asleep. God forbid I wake Dad up early on his day off. after the week he had. I inhaled deeply on a marijuana cigarette, as I thought of Christmas magic with.....wonder. Then, I saw the bow outside on it...in the driveway. I am guessing Wayne hadn\'t since I heard him stumble upstairs, moaning heavily, late last night. I awoke Wayne from a pool of his own vomit....to realize that he would start the books on a new decade with a new, standard, American automobile. The color soon returned to his tired cheeks.