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Christmas Dinner with Friends
I am afraid that I have no family
members left. So usually my holiday
is spent with my two best friends: Leslie,
65; and Anne, 77. I am 61 so it can be
quite a job finding commonalities between
the three of us. Neither Anne nor Leslie
like to celebrate Christmas, but I do, so
I learned to make a big fuss over it until
they give in. So far I've succeeded with
having a Christmas tree and some outdoor
lights...and of course a big meal. I'll never
forget the first Christmas I spent at Leslie's,
a big fan of the baked potato. I was thoroughly
aghast when I was served one baked potato
with some butter and sour cream. Where is
the dinner, I thought. So I waited awhile and
searched the cupboards for some cranberry
sauce or anything that resembled a holiday
meal. Nope, one potato, that was it. I didn't
say a word but next Christmas I started early
presenting my demands. Things gradually
got better each year, this year we're actually
getting a Christmas tree and serving prime
rib for dinner...ahhh....blessed Christmas.
December 9, 2012
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