Family Holiday Classics
Christmas is over and most of us are cleaning up wrapping paper or trying to figure out what gym we can join to lose the extra pounds from all the amazing food we couldn’t say no to over the holidays. As you know from prior blogs, my family spends every waking moment together and the holiday season just amplifies that, because of the extra family that is in town. We have our set places we go every year and we have done many of the same traditions that our family has passed down for many years.
One of my favorite times of the Christmas season is when all the elders get together and we sing around the piano and tell the same funny stories about family members that I have heard a thousand times. I always laugh even though I know exactly what the punch line of the story is. It is so awesome to see my family laugh and to watch my girls reactions to hearing those stories for the first time. Many times the stories are about me, being the kid who was always into something.
Thanks to my mother we have a new family classic story that will probably be around for a long time.
My mom has always been my biggest fan and she loves me more than anything in the world, maybe not as much as her grandkids, but in my mind I run a close third or fourth. 🙂 She has always been a go getter. When she makes up her mind about anything, you better get out of her way or she will run over you. Her enthusiasm for life often embarrassed me as a kid, but now I cherish who she is and what she means to me. This year she made up her mind she was going to go Black Friday shopping, which has always been a no no in our house. Thanksgiving was a day we spent together and no special deal on the latest new item was more important then family time. With everyone’s busy schedules this year, mom found some empty time on her hands and thought she would give this Black Friday thing a try. My dad has learned in almost fifty years of marriage to just let her do what she wants, but decided to stay home, because he would just get in the way anyway. So off she went to shop with the mass crowds to buy things at fractions of the normal price.
About two hours into her shopping at the local mall, she decided she needed a snack, since she had not had anything since the Thanksgiving feast. The cookie store in the mall was having a special deal on their famous freshly baked cookies. If you bought four cookies you could get a fifth cookie free. This was perfect since my mother has a sweet tooth. She waited in the long line and finally got her bag of cookies, a coke and went and sat on the bench next to a gentleman who moved over so she could sit down. She reached into the bag that sat next to her leg and grabbed a fresh hot cookie and ate it. The guy sitting next to her then reached in same bag and grabbed a cookie as well and ate it. This took my mom back a bit, but it didn’t bother her to much. It was Thanksgiving after all and she has always been taught to share. This would be something she could tell to her grand kids of how she shared with a perfect stranger. Saying nothing to the gentleman, my mother reached into the bag and grabbed another cookie and ate it. Just like he was fallowing suit, the gentleman reached in the bag and got another cookie and ate it. This time it alarmed my mother just a little, because in her mind she was all by herself and if this guy was some kind of serial killer that was stalking her she didn’t know what she would do. My dad was home watching TV. Before she could say or do anything, the gentleman reached in the bag, grabbed the last cookie, SPLIT it and half, gave one half to my mom and walked away saying nothing.
My mom was so distraught that she immediately left the mall and headed straight home. She couldn’t wait to get home and tell my dad her crazy story and get on him for not being there to protect her. She could have been abducted and taken away and we would never see her again. The closer she got home, the more aggravated she became UNTIL she was walking up the sidewalk to go in the front door. She opened up her purse to get her keys and THERE WAS HER BAG OF COOKIES…………………………She had been eating his cookies the whole time.
Not only do we have another classic family story to tell for years to come, but we have brought joy and shared our family tradition with another family this Christmas. Can you imagine the gentleman sitting around the Christmas tree telling his grandkids about the crazy lady who stole his cookies.
May you have many laughs in 2014