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Do you know where your bottle of champaign is?
This Christmas was a tough one to put together. Times are hard everywhere, our economy really is in the toilet. But we pulled it off, didn’t we? We did our best and it worked, or so it seemed. Christmas morning was great, if a little thin. The afternoon brought family together for a traditional holiday celebration that was perfect in every way. We had a good meal and a great time, trading both presents and stories with each other. Then came Christmas evening, which I thought was going to be perfect. My favorite BIL and I had a great time together, as did the rest of the family. I thought at the time that life really couldn’t be better. After all was said and done, we called it a night and said our goodbyes. It was then I discovered that not everyone felt the same about this merry Christmas day. I received the news that a lifelong friend of mine didn’t seem to think this day was quite so merry. My friend attempted to commit suicide, but failed. We’re still wondering if she’ll be alright, and it scares me.
Santa Claus has been spotted entering North America. Finally! Merry Christmas to all from the crew at the Riverbank.
Only 366 shopping days left till next Christmas!
Healing Cider * * * * * * * * * * * * A little girl came running into the house bawling her eyes out and cradling her hand. “Mommy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!” she wailed. “Why do you want a glass of cider?” asked her mom. “I cut my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away!” Confused, but weary of the child’s whining, the mother obliged and poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her hand in it. “Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn’t work!” she whined. “What are you talking about?” asked her increasingly perplexed parent. “What made you think that cider would ease your pain?” “Well, I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she can’t wait to get it in cider!”
We were in a recession when they told us things were fine. Then they said we were in a recession when we all knew it was a depression. Now they are saying we are in a depression and I’m just plain scared. . . . . . . . . Oh, and Merry Christmas! . . . . . . . . . . . . . There! I said it!
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