.....and so it begins. Pau Hana Time........3:00pm on the day before the weekend of Christmas. Seen traffic like this one time before, during a mandatory hurricane evacuation. People are frantic, exasperated, flustered. Even the 'back way' out of the neighorhoods are blocked. There are at least 80 unsold Christmas trees still in the lot by the Wal-Mart, always hated that part of the traditions. And the wife burnt the cookies she was making.......so she's also a little 'burnt'.....best to leave her alone and just do as I am bidden to at this time without making a wisecrack. Otherwise, there might be a burnt weenie roast to go along with the cookies......if you get my drift. Pretty well satisfied with the gifts we have gotten for others........everyone accounted for, kids are making a haul.......my goodness, to be a kid these days. I'd just say, "Hey, Mom and Dad, make you a deal? You just take the money you would spend on Christmas for me the next 18 years and put it in the bank.....when I reach 18, i might just retire before i get started.......?" Long ways from where we come from......these kids. I used to cringe at Dad's stories at how.....'When he was a boy, they got an orange or maybe some english walnuts for Christmas gifts....." Now, I tell the nephews, ...."When iIwas a boy, we got sox and t-shirts, and we were proud to have them tooo.......!" and they roll their eyes just like I did when Dad told his stories. So, with my stories of Christmas Past at the ready, the wife's burnt cookies, enough gifts to fill up a long-bed pickup truck, and comfortable clothes, I am ready to go.........almost. Before i go out the door, I run to the phone, dial the long-distance number, and wait for the pick-up on the other end....... A cousin answers the phone. She passes the phone to Mom. "Mom?.........I'll be home for Christmas." Okay, Let's go............. |
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