Another wonderful guest entry for our 12 Days of Christmas STORIES. This one is from SidevieW. Don’t miss more of her terrific blog at http://viewfromtheside.wordpress.com
Tuesday December 24th, Christmas Eve
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring….
“And that is why we have oily gravy, lumpy custard and that dreadful stodge your Aunt calls eggnog” David’s grandmother said, smoothly. Oh so smoothly. Instead of helping Aunt Anne the old bat would rather moan.
He had only just arrived. He was tired after 18 hours of travel and several busy hours before that leaving his home in a state that would be fine when he got back. But he was here, Aunt Anne needed his help, yet the old bat demanded his presence. This was like every other Christmas he could remember. Aunt Anne would have been sewing or painting or embroidering busily for weeks, making everyone a Christmas Present. Yet it was his grandmother who wrote the cards to be attached. And the cards always…
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January 7th, 2014 at 4:44 am
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