Christmas Stories - the Adventures of Christmas Day


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As you know, normally, we attend church on Christmas morning, but this year my local church didn't have a service, so we left for grandma's house a day early.  My mom and I shared a bed in the purple room, and even though she stayed up late trying to watch the end of what was most likely a movie in a long series of Christmas movies, she still found a church in town that was open and attended the 8:00 a.m. service with her uncle.  There's something magical about the bed in the purple room, or perhaps it's just being at grandma's that makes me not want to get out of bed.  Even when I can hear the sound of bedroom shoes shuffling across the wood floors, the chatter of the early risers in the kitchen, and the scent of breakfast wafting through the house.  I just keep sleeping.

This year, I did break a record and get up not long after 8 a.m.  Yes, all the family was shocked.  I left the late sleeping to my college-age cousin who arrived the night before as well.  My uncle was up to his favorite thing, cooking.  He even made me a fresh coffee.  And I could start a knitting project in peace.  I made sure he knew that he was spoiling me.  Why can't I meet a guy like this, I joked.  He quickly informed me that he broke the mold when he was made. *bah dum bum*

And that's when the series of jokes and oddities began.  Or maybe it was after my aunt declared that my grandpa's ghost comes to visit and maybe he would visit on Christmas.  ???  Or maybe it was when grandma cooked the turkey that got done 30 minutes too soon and she declared, "I don't know what they're feeding these turkeys.  They cook too fast these days."  But at any rate, the jokes began.

My aunt kept commenting that I had started "spreading" (which just means your hips/behind/thighs
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have gotten larger since the last time they saw you) and my comeback was that I was glad that I didn't have a complex or I wouldn't survive this family.  They're genetic, I told her.  Then my uncle chimed in with this:
There were these ugly children and people kept wondering where they came from.  This man said, "I don't know.  Follow them home and see who answers the door!"

After a series of those barbershop jokes, my uncle was off on his merry way.  And the rest of Christmas was spent with a house full of ladies.  3 generations of them.

Of course we had our Christmas dinner, followed by visits to other family in town, and finally all of us cramming into a few seats in the den watching Alex Haley's "Queen".  And then we called it a night.

I'm not sure if grandpa's ghost came to visit this year, or if that was some sort of joke.  I'm almost afraid to ask, but I do know this...I love my family, corny jokes and all!

Happy Holidays,


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Christmas Stories - the Adventures of Christmas Eve


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If you've been following my blog for a little while, you know the typical schedule of events for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's.   Well, this year, I want to give you a different glimpse of what is my family.  Hope you enjoy!

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For the first time in quite some while, we were able to spend Christmas Eve with my grandma.  We had planned to get there earlier in the day, but on Monday, after a million pies were made and presents wrapped,  my Mom's back decided to say, "I quit!" and so she resigned herself to the bed with a muscle relaxant and a tube of Biofreeze.  So, Tuesday, Christmas Eve, was a slow go to say the least, but we finally made the almost 4 hour drive to grandma's.

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There are a few places we always stop on the way to Grandma's.  One being, this gas station called "Big Jim's."  They serve all kinds of foods from chicken livers and gizzards to hot dogs to collard greens to deep fried peanuts and peach cobbler.  Oh yeah, and you can buy gas for your car.  Big Jim's.  Kind of a place for everything.  And yes, we stop there every single time.  It's tradition.  When we almost arrive at my grandma's, we usually stop at Chinese Restaurant No. 1 to get a container of iced tea.  It's really good.  But this time my uncle said they changed management and so my mom didn't want to waste her $2 to see if the tea recipe had changed, so instead we pulled right out of the parking space and headed to grandma's.  Finally getting there around 6 p.m.

There's always lot of hugs and kisses as you squeeze through the small doorways with your piles of luggage and bags on your arms.  Literally knocking stuff over with all that stuff, but we do it every time.  First hugs and kisses to my aunt who is always sitting by the door, and then to my grandma who is always coming from inside the kitchen.  And there's always some food on the stove, waiting for your arrival.  This time there were hotdogs with homemade turkey chili, courtesy of my uncle, and the beginnings of the fixings for Christmas Day.

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Now by the time we arrived to grandma's house, the heat in my car decided to stop working and the air in one of my tires was low, so my uncle and I drove through town trying to find a gas station that also had air.  We finally found one.  Now I'll be honest and say that I've never actually put air in my tire, and I went to learn, but my uncle did all the work, while complaining that air should not cost $1.00!  I remember when air was free...  What I did do was use the assistive light feature on my cell phone as a substitute for the flash light I didn't have.  Need to put that on my list come to think of it.

So after we returned to Grandma's with a dollar's worth of air, a full tank of gas, and still no heat, we dined on hotdogs, a Lifetime movie, and then I resigned myself to bed.  In the purple room.  (All of the rooms in my Grandma's house are painted a solid color and we have all referred to the room by its wall color.)

And that was Christmas Eve.

Stay tuned for the Adventures of Christmas Day on tomorrow.  :-)

Happy Holidays,


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