Last Night,
According to Our Christmas Calendar,
it was Mom's Turn to Share
a Christmas Story.
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I told My Lovely Children,
about the Year I Got a Rock For Christmas.
Not a Pebble.
A Boulder,
The size of an End Table.
Addressed to My Sisters & I.
And That Was It.
Nothing Else.
NOT A THING.
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My Husband says,
"Can't You think of a Happier Story than That?"
I said,
"Naw. It's Very Fitting for the Day
I've Had with These Darling Angels."
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PS A Very TRUE Story
3 comments:
Painful. I can totally understand now. Maybe I will share that story with my angel tonight. :)
Very painful. We really did deserve it. (Big sigh here.)
I've been reminding my children of this story for the last several days. I don't think they believe me!! Oh, well. Santa IS watching!
Your parents had good "follow through." Lesson learned?
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