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We are all at my brothers house. A beautiful home and with his wife, the decoration fiend has it decked out to the 9's. Pumpkins, gourd's, with bundles of straw and corn everywhere you look. Causal nice is the dress, Holiday sweaters, nice pants, kids shined and polished and on their best behavior. Vaulted ceiling , crackling fire in the over sized fireplace . Just a very middle class quite Norman Rockwell type of scene.

My grandma on my mothers side said she needed a nap as her and my other grandma had a several hour ride to get to brothers house. So she went to a basement bedroom for some rest.

The rest of the family all stayed upstairs having a great time sharing funny stories drinking hot coco or wine, eating the wonderfull holiday themed snacks my sister inlaw had prepared. And playing with the kids.

About a hour later at the top of the stairway landing we see grandma awake from her nap. " I HEARD WHAT YOU, YOU M--TH-R F---ERS HAVE BEEN SAYING ABOUT ME, AND SCREW ALL OF YOU! AND YOU TO GRANDMA S. YOUR AS BAD IF NOT WORSE THAN THESE OTHER SONS OF BTCHS. I DONT HAVE TO TAKE THIS SHT. F--- ALL OF YOU. YOU CAN ALL KSS MY AAAAAAAAAAAAA$$.

This goes on for about a half an hour. Kids grandkids and great grandkids.Noone else speaks we just stare blankly at her. When its over its silent, light conversation easing toward the food not knowing what to do or say.

I grin and look at my dad as if to say, what just happened? And he responds F--- her she's going home as he takes the phone to call her brother.
 

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Oh my goodness, such great stories! Here's my holiday story for your reading pleasure.

Picture it, Hot Springs Arkansas 1931. An adorable little curly haired, blue eyed, 10 year old girl named Dorothy is wishing and hoping for Santa to bring her a Patsy Doll for Christmas. Dorothy is the daughter of a single mother who works any job she can get to keep food on the table and heat in the house for her three children. Well, Dorothy waits patiently for Christmas to come. Then, on Christmas Eve, she gets a toothache and gets up to tell Mommy her tooth hurts. She peeks in the living room and sees Mommy and her boyfriend setting out one toy for each of the children. Mommy is setting out a doll for Dorothy, but it isn't a Patsy Doll. So that year Dorothy learns that there is no Santa Claus and she doesn't get a Patsy Doll. In fact, she never got her Patsy Doll.

Flash forward to 2002. Dorothy is telling her granddaughter Danielle (me) the story about how, "all the little girls had Patsy Dolls. Beverly Jean had one, Marnette had one, Florence had one, all the little girls had one. But little Dorothy didn't have a Patsy Doll". So the granddaugher looks and looks and is able to find a Patsy Doll reproduction with two adorable little outfits, two cute bonnettes and even a cute little suitcase carrying case. So on Christmas Day 2002, Dorothy unwraps her Patsy Doll and is so happy she cries! 71 years later, cute little Dorothy gets her Patsy Doll.


I truly love getting people just the right gift and this has to be at the top of my list of the perfect gift. It was great to see that "little girl" so happy.
 

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I recall the first Christmas we had a new kitty. It was my first pet. I am the baby of the family. I guess we had dogs before I was born and such, but the kitty was my first. The kitty, named Stray, can you tell how we came about owning her?, loved trying to climb up in the tree from underneath. Our household traditions were, one gift from each other on Christmas eve and then Santa filled the tree on Christmas night as we all slept. So our tree bottom was fairly open leading up to the big day.

Couple days before Christmas, the first year with the new kitty, and I hear this awful sort of crying sound from our kitty. I can hear it, but can't find her... as I get closer to the tree, she gets louder, so I start looking through the decoration and "tinsel" and branches for her. Nothing, Nada, Zilch... but the sound is coming from there, so I bend down and look under the tree...

And there, dangling upside down from "tinsel" coming out of her bottom, was our new kitty! Apparently she had been munching on the shiny stuff for some time. But as it started coming out from inside her, it snagged a branch and she hung just low enough that she couldn't flip to grab a branch and pull herself back up. My Mom took a polaroid of it and we used to put it out every year labled as "Stray, our kitty decoration. 1982"
 

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Oh my goodness, such great stories! Here's my holiday story for your reading pleasure.
...edit.....I truly love getting people just the right gift and this has to be at the top of my list of the perfect gift. It was great to see that "little girl" so happy.
MrsCasey, this brought me to tears of joy and empathy. I wish I could have "liked" it over and over! Thanks for sharing.
 

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MrsCasey, this brought me to tears of joy and empathy. I wish I could have "liked" it over and over! Thanks for sharing.

Oh Calamity that's so sweet of you! It brought tears to my eyes knowing it brought tears to your eyes :)! I will let little Dorothy know. She is coming up on her 90th Birthday and 90th Christmas this year and my husband and I have the great pleasure of having her live with us now.
 

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Fine!!! You want a story and need a bump -- here, babe, the day I found out the meaning of family and heard my mother swear for the first time....

We always had Thanksgiving with my dad's family, Christmas with my mom's. We were at my dad's parents when I was 7, typical stuff, for dinner, and I was having fun and playing with my cousins when I saw my dad's brother (my Uncle Pervy, the dentist who loved his gases, a story I have related elsewhere on ECF!!! 8-o8-o8-o:evil::evil::evil:) bringing in a bag of White Castles. Now, I don't like turkey's taste, I would always protest about the requirement to eat it but was told the standard parental lines 'You'll eat what's in front of you" and/or "You'll eat what everyone else is eating and not complain" but I saw my Uncle was going to eat yummy sliders in front of everyone and I wanted to know why. I confronted my mother and asked "If Uncle Bob can have what he likes why can't I?" Her response, "Your Uncle Bob is an a$$hole who doesn't care what everyone else thinks or does nor how it looks in front of others and their kids but he's your father's brother so drop it!!!" My dad overheard this and started laughing so hard he had to sit down!!!:laugh: Years later you understand your parents and familial relations so much better but that was my first taste of that reality!:thumb:
 
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