In the spirit of this season, I decided to repost this oldie but goodie. In my opinion, it's what the season is all about. Enjoy.
My Imaginary Restaurant In my restaurant, I would make dishes that will feed the soul. It would be a place for the young and the old. All are welcome. The only require- ment is that you are part of the human race. On second thought there's a place for your pets as well. I will not turn away the poor, I have special seat for you. You will be treated like royalty here and your soul will be fed. Your seat will be adjacent to the rich. Everyone gets treated the same here. Help wanted, I'm looking for like minded people who don't mind working in a place such as this. I can't pay you for your services. Hopefully, you will be satisfied with " your act of kindness" as your pay. I got to go now, I have to make a big pot of "love". Originally submitted 09-27-16 Reposted 12/17/2021( On Grandmother's and Brother’s Birthday )
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