We had a green Christmas this year, and it was pretty awesome.
My siblings are all grown, but none of us have families of our own just yet.
We always get together with our elderly parents for the holidays, to try and recreate the magic we had when we were kids. A lot had changed in the last year, and my mom and dad both seemed remarkably chill, more so than usual. I thought I was crazy at first, but I detected a pungent, familiar smell in the air, and asked my siblings if they smelled it too. We quickly learned that both of my parents had been prescribed medicinal marijuana by the family doctor, and they had both really taken to it. Not only were they now bigger potheads then the rest of us, but they had access to far better cannabis than I had ever tasted. I don’t have a medical prescription for marijuana, so I just buy whatever I can find on the open market. My parents have an open account at the marijuana dispensary, and only buy the freshest, tastiest blends and strains. This is what I meant by a green Christma, because not only did we blaze out as a family for the first time, but then our parents took us to the marijuana dispensary. They gave each of us a budget, and told us to “go nuts ,like kids in a candy store” and buy whatever cannabis products our little hearts desired. Maybe it sounds corny to you, but this was the best Christmas I’ve ever had, and I look forward to going back to the marijuana dispensary next year.