Such a great day yesterday! My goodness, family , friends and scrumpdillyicious (spell-check has "no suggestions" on the correct spelling, so be it!) food! Always so wonderful to gather at friends, we never do it enough! As for the Christmas weather, it couldn't of been more delightful. Today however, meteorologists are singing quite a different tune. Cold windy, showery weather will bring in ANOTHER cold wave of weather. Tomorrow, my day off, the temperatures will struggle to reach the upper forties.. All they had to do was give me a call, I'd of made a better prediction as to when the cold weather will arrive. Absolutely, positively, Monday at the ass-crack of dawn....it will be colder than a witches' tit! You ask, "How cold is that?" I have no frigging idea, but it is my day off, guaranteed colder than normal weather will be here. One might ask, "you sound bitter, are you?" Perturbed maybe but not as "bitter" as the G-damn weather.
As I climb down from my soap box, I find myself laughing at a conversation I had on the day before Christmas. Super Trooper Dave and family calling to thank us for the gifts Santa left in Florida for the kids! Young Jack Henry always upbeat and thrilled at the choices made by "Santa" for him, hurriedly explaining all the things he was hoping to receive on Christmas morning. He quickly mentions, "I don't expect I will get all that I have asked for Memere, other kids, need toys too!" Love that child! Sister, Madelyn, in the background loudly screaming at him, largely for reasons unknown and probably just because she can, announces, "give me the phone, it's my turn to talk to Memere!" Even though we are over a thousand miles apart, I sense this is going to be a tough conversation. "Hello, Maddie, how are you and why are you screaming at your brother?" I feel this is a safe enough questions, the silence however, would make any seasoned parent way too uncomfortable. "Hello", I repeat...only to be interrupted by a slightly pissed off Maddy, "He stepped into my room, WITHOUT asking!!" was the angry and hostile reply. Understand, little miss Maddie is loved by Memere and Pepere dearly, however, as I have often mentioned to her parents, "I fear as she reaches puberty, Jack Henry will never be the same. Her father's reply.."Jack and I will weather and share the pain together. Mom, Kendra on the other hand, sighs..."Daddy's little girl, has Daddy wrapped around her pinkie!!
Madelyn, settling into conversation, explains her wish list....Santa IS bringing me a piano! "Really?" Memere questions....Maddie also announces that is the ONLY thing on her list. We will see how that works out for the young lady. After Maddie decides she is finished talking..."do you want to talk to Daddy?" "Sure," put him on. We talk a minute or two, I mention the piano thing and Super Trooper Dave says, "yeah, I don't know what that is all about!" I quickly explain to him, as I child I too wanted a piano. For three consecutive years I begged Santa....."please, please a piano is all I want!" I told him I truly was heartbroken over never receiving a piano! A somewhat silent moment is quickly followed by, "well Memere, she is going to share your pain!" If she is really bad, I am calling YOU and YOU can explain why Santa doesn't do pianos!" For the record, I did not receive the phone call, perhaps other gifts from Santa, "eased the pain!"
During this season a friend of mine reported her daughter came from school announcing, "Mommy I know there is no such thing as Santa!" Christine (friend) explains she felt very old, her daughter was growing up. However, she still has a four year old...a firm believer. Christine felt her daughter was asking for a verification on the comment. Christine, recovering from that shocking statement asks her young daughter one simple question, WHY? The young child tells Mommy.."the girls in school were talking about it, I heard what they said." Christine, now fully recovered from the severity of the statement..."well my dear young daughter, you believe what you want...but we will see how that works out for you!" Within the hour, her daughter returns to her Mother's side...":Mommy, her is my letter to Santa, it is everything I would like!" Evidently she's not going to take the chance she is wrong!
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