There was a time when I went Christmas caroling. The year was like 1986. This guy named Willie Cornelius was supposed to be my dad’s father. He was really tall and looked just like my dad. However, this possibly well to do guy had doubts that my dad was even his son, because my dad’s mom was a whore who played mind games with various men and bedded them, too. Anywho, Willie invited my mom and us for Christmas dinner. My dad refused to come. After Willie said over the table that we were strangers and had doubts that we were even his kin folks, we all started eating and introducing ourselves at the table. The other children at the table were pretty much adopted by Willie, because he married a pretty lady who already had kids that were not his. After Christmas dinner, Willie’s step kids invited my siblings and I to hang out. So, me, my sister Amber Johnson, Chef Olivette Lee, my sister Shawne Lee, and Willie’s step children took a walk outside. One of the step kids decided that we were going to walk a ways and start Christmas caroling. Before we reached a neighborhood, all of us listened to Run D.M.C. on a boom box. One of the step kids had a Geri Curl and another one had a boom box. The one with the boom box played the hell out of Run DMC.🎃 Anywho, we finally reached a neighborhood and started knocking on doors. We sang « Silent Night », « We Wish You A Merry Christmas », and a few more, because a few of us really didn’t know enough of the lyrics to complete an entire Christmas song(I was one of them😂). All of the families were white. Some of them were Native Americans. Most of the ones who opened their doors were very nice. After that, we walked around a little more and headed back. On our way back I had to try and play with a wild raccoon that refused to get off my grandfather’s property. That raccoon made it’s Mark on that property and tried to fuck anyone up who got near it.😂🎃 Anyway, that is my memory about my experience Christmas caroling.🎃🎅🤶🎄

There was a time when I went Christmas caroling. The year was like 1986. This guy named Willie Cornelius was supposed to be my dad’s father. He was really tall and looked just like my dad.
However, this possibly well to do guy had doubts that my dad was even his son, because my dad’s mom was a whore who played mind games with various men and bedded them, too. Anywho, Willie invited my mom and us for Christmas dinner.
My dad refused to come. After Willie said over the table that we were strangers and had doubts that we were even his kin folks, we all started eating and introducing ourselves at the table.
The other children at the table were pretty much adopted by Willie, because he married a pretty lady who already had kids that were not his. After Christmas dinner, Willie’s step kids invited my siblings and I to hang out. So, me, my sister Amber Johnson, Chef Olivette Lee, my sister Shawne Lee, and Willie’s step children took a walk outside.
One of the step kids decided that we were going to walk a ways and start Christmas caroling. Before we reached a neighborhood, all of us listened to Run D.M.C. on a boom box. One of the step kids had a Geri Curl and another one had a boom box.
The one with the boom box played the hell out of Run DMC. Anywho, we finally reached a neighborhood and started knocking on doors. We sang « Silent Night », « We Wish You A Merry Christmas », and a few more, because a few of us really didn’t know enough of the lyrics to complete an entire Christmas song(I was one of them).
All of the families were white. Some of them were Native Americans. Most of the ones who opened their doors were very nice. After that, we walked around a little more and headed back.
On our way back I had to try and play with a wild raccoon that refused to get off my grandfather’s property. That raccoon made it’s Mark on that property and tried to fuck anyone up who got near it. Anyway, that is my memory about my experience Christmas caroling. via: #probeatz