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It’s Christmastime, so I wanted to come up with a good holiday themed story that would help us all get into the spirit of the season.
However, thinking about Christmas automatically made me think about my mother who was quite possibly the biggest fan Christmas ever had. So in her honor, here are some random memories that put a smile on my face all year long:
Especially around Christmas, if I “wished” for something, she would instinctively quote her father: “You may wish for horns, son, but you’re gonna die butt-headed.”
Then there was the time, early in our marriage, when Mama came to visit Mary and me. After trying to cut a tomato with a dull knife, she gave us a frustrated look and said: “There may be a killin’ in this house, but it won’t be a cuttin’.”
“Don’t sit on the couch with those pants on,” she said.
I explained that she had just washed and dried them herself.
“Well . . . still . . . I’d rather you sit on the bar stool.”
No matter how old we get, Mama made sure all of us will always love the holiday season – almost as much as she did.