Morning AB, All.
Been a very strange Christmas in the swamps of Delaware. My three favorite girls, my two nieces and my daughter, all broke up with their husbands/boyfriends just days before Christmas.
I had everyone over on Christmas Eve-Eve....and had to walk softly around the broken hearts.
We had little sweetheart Kaitlyn Mae over and, of course, Mom-Mom had gifts for her. Children have a hard time handling Christmas sometimes.
As guests were arriving at various times, we wanted to wait until everyone was here but Kaitlyn had her eyeballs on those gifts and finally the anticipation and excitement boiled over and she began to sob her desire to open her gifts.
So I had a little chit-chat with young Kaitlyn. I explained A N T I C I P A T I O N to the child. I'm not sure she understood only being three and everything but I told her that those butterflies in her belly were signs of joy to come and she should enjoy the anticipation, which could be as much fun as the actualy joy to come later.
I'm not sure she bought into it but she did like the notion of butterflies in her stomach and proceeded to explain to everyone in the surround that she had TEN butterflies in her stomach. Well they all thought she was nuts.
Kaitlyn saved that sad little Christmas party because in all the world there's nothing sweeter than a child that age and the wonder of the holiday. She did open Mom-Mom's gifts, which included a Big Wheel that she test-drove over Mom-Mom's carpet, heh. We also had some games and little computer type thing that sang and recited numbers and letters.
All the broken-hearted ladies in the house got busy playing the different games with Kaitlyn and everyone chowed down on my home-made chicken wings, Jewish Apple Cake, fresh baked cookies and deviled eggs...whew, they LOVE my deviled eggs...went through two dozen of the things like Grant went through Richmond.
Then I got out the Christmas CD's and the words to various Christmas songs I'd typed up earlier and hey, we all sat around the table and sang Christmas songs. Kaitlyn's eyes were wide with wonder; the child had never before experienced such a thing.
The next day all the heartbroken lasses called me up and thanked me for bringing the only holiday joy they feel that they've experienced.
Oh, you want my opinion? Every one of those fellows are losers but don't tell the young lasses I said so, particularly my daughter. Her husband is a loser of the highest order if I do say so myself. We'll begin with the fact that he got drunk and wrecked their one and only car and it goes downhill from there.
Still, we did manage to experience at least some Christmas joy that night. When all this bad news hit I was despondent. Who wants to have a party where everyone is sad and crying?
Anyway, Saddam is dead and if I pray hard enough, my daughter would throw that creep overboard.
But don't tell her I said so. An absolutely beautiful girl...ah what's the use. I've been there and done that...
Great post fish, every family has to have a leader.