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I am a fan of Erma Bombeck...Her writings have gotten me through many a hard day...so thought i would share this with all to give a smile or two....
We call our Christmas tree a memory tree. Each and every ornament on it has a special meaning to someone in our family, and every year we unwrap them one by one and together gather these precious moments around us like spirited fireflies.
As we lovingly placed each bauble on the tree recently, we could again remember.
"Look at this" I said holding a minature pie tin with a picture of the Christ child done in crayons with the message "Oh Come Holy Spit" on it. " How old was Andy when he did this? Three? Four?
"He was fifteen years old , MOM. He didn't spell spirit until the year he learned how to drive."
"And look at this dear little snowman with the crocheted hat and scarf. I made that when I was in the hospital with Matt."
"You bought that at a half-price sale at Penney's after Christmas. I was with you. Besides, you don't crochet."
"No matter," I said. "Oh ans look at this little Mexican hat with Feliz Navidad. Call your father. This will stir up a lot of memories for him."
My husband appeared.
"I won't say anything," I teased. "Just tell me what this reminds you of."
He looked blank.
"Mazatlan, 1976. Remember, I wanted something for my memory tree? "
"That's right," he said. "And you had the green apple two-step so bad you couldn't get out of bed."
"I got that Mexican hat at a restaurant in LA," my son said. "It used to have a swizzle stick on it."
As I rummaged through the tissue, I carefully unwrapped a little rag doll. "Get Betsy," I shouted. "She'll never believe this."
"That's cute," she said. "Where did you get it?"
"Surely you jest," I said. "Why, that's one of the first dolls I bought you."
"Couldn't be. It has all the eyes, and there's no fear on it's face. All of mine ran away from home."
It took me a couple of hours to put on the little sleds, the mice dressed in red, the bread dough figuresd and the wreaths made of leaves and berries and to recall the stories behind each and every one.
Memories: They can't take that away from me.
Or can they ?
Happy Holidays Eeveryone ~ws~
Laughter is timeless, Imagination has no age, and Dreams are forever.....
What would you give a man who could make your deepest dreams come true?
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Thanks for that slaveelizabeth. 
I got a good chuckle out it. I also have enjoyed Erma!
Hope you had a Merry Christmas. I notice that was posted before Christmas of LAST YEAR!
Time flies! Hope you haven't been slavin' too much.
Jesus wept. - John 11:35
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thank you for posting this......*ss* If you should return to me
We truly were meant to be, so spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
He is my light, my soul, my one love now and forever.
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