Marilyn's Diary

We always loved Christmas in the Munster Mansion. We would put out all the decorations. Broken Christmas lights. Dead mistletoe and dying holly. We even left out some blood for Zombie Santa. It was one of our favorite Holidays.

I remember my first Christmas with Aunt Lily and Uncle Herman. It was right after my parents had died on a visit to the old country in an unfortunate incident involving some villagers with torches and pitchforks. I was only sixteen and very scared. Aunt Lily was very kind. She took me under her wing. She called her arms wings because could turn into a bat. Grandpa was jolly if a little distant. He kept saying he just wanted to don his gay apparel. Which was strange because it was the same clothes he always wore. But the best was my Uncle Herman.

He was so big and warm and cuddly. He let me sit on his lap and snuggle in my nightie on the night before Christmas when he read me a story. I finally felt so safe and warm in his arms.

He told me that he had a special treat. He told me he had the most wonderfulest candy cane I could lick. But we had to go to my room. I asked him why? He said it was because he had hidden it in his pants.

When we got to his room he took it out. It was big and long and tasted of peppermint and had red stripes on it. But it was green. It was the first time I licked Uncle Herman's candy cane.

I finally felt like part of the family.