Christmas is a time of giving and spending time with family. Our family would gather at my grandparents' home for the traditional meal and exchanging of gifts. I'm sure it was not that much different than any other family Christmas celebration, pretty basic stuff, basic unless you count Kirby. For those of you about to rock Christmas, I salute you, and yes, I mean you, Kirby. Kirby is my aunt's brother and we only saw him on rare occasions, and Christmas was one of those occasions. A guitar master, Kirby was packing a Strat nearly every place he went. He resembled a cross between Neil Young and Meatloaf, but he rocked out to Whitesnake and Poison right in the middle of Christmas. He would sit on the couch, oblivious to everyone, just stroking out licks on his guitar while we all exchanged gifts. Kirby never had any gifts to open, but he didn't care, he had the gift of music and sometimes that's all you need.
If Neil Young and Meatloaf had a kid, Kirby would be his name-o.
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