One of my favorite Christmas memories, no lie, is the year that my mother had a filthy cold on Christmas Eve and was bitching and moaning to all and sundry.
Now, my father was a minister of a very large church and had six, yes six, services. I was home for the holiday and itching to see as many as possible, and hang out with a/v crew, headed up by one of my favorite friends. Oddly enough, from being an integral part of the crew for several years, Christmas didn't feel right without an overload of services and my eye pressed up against a viewfinder.
So, I'm in a flurry to brave the ATL traffic to get to the church, right? And my mom says, all pitiful, "i just know no one is going to give me what i really want for Christmas."
I bite and ask her. She wants these drinking glasses that are $15 for a dozen on sale at Macy's.
"Well Mama, that's sort of an everyday thing. I know everyone wants to do something special for you."
"Well, that's what I want, and no one is listening to me! And get me some fat-free half and half,
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Now, my father was a minister of a very large church and had six, yes six, services. I was home for the holiday and itching to see as many as possible, and hang out with a/v crew, headed up by one of my favorite friends. Oddly enough, from being an integral part of the crew for several years, Christmas didn't feel right without an overload of services and my eye pressed up against a viewfinder.
So, I'm in a flurry to brave the ATL traffic to get to the church, right? And my mom says, all pitiful, "i just know no one is going to give me what i really want for Christmas."
I bite and ask her. She wants these drinking glasses that are $15 for a dozen on sale at Macy's.
"Well Mama, that's sort of an everyday thing. I know everyone wants to do something special for you."
"Well, that's what I want, and no one is listening to me! And get me some fat-free half and half, ( ... )
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but thanks for the sentiment ;-)
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