Wonder of wonders: Santa appears to have dropped by during the night.
For years my mother has threatened to stop sending me stocking stuffers. The nerve. Here I am, a mere child, and she wants to deprive me of such joy. But bless her great big heart: once again she came through for me this year. Last night I stuffed M’s stocking and then my own with the red-tissue-paper-wrapped goodies from Mom.
My mother gave me my father’s graduation ring he got in 1943 (he was 17) from McDonogh military academy in Virginia.
M worked out to a Richard Simmons VHS, we played with Gail’s kittens, and then M spent the rest of the day on the Internet, taking a brief break for our freeze-dried chili Christmas dinner.
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