My favourite personal Christmas story:
The farm where I grew up was the extended family base for holiday celebrations - centrally located, plenty of spare rooms, that sort of thing.
One Christmas Eve, about 50 or so people were in one of the barns, which had been cleaned and extensively decorated for the event. In the midst of all the music, eating, drinking, and dancing, one of our sheep dogs bolted into the barn, snatch the Infant out of the manger and bolted back out.
To this day, I cherish the memory of Mum chasing Trixie (the dog), while shouting, ‘BRING BACK THAT GODDAM CHRIST CHILD!!’
Boru
The farm where I grew up was the extended family base for holiday celebrations - centrally located, plenty of spare rooms, that sort of thing.
One Christmas Eve, about 50 or so people were in one of the barns, which had been cleaned and extensively decorated for the event. In the midst of all the music, eating, drinking, and dancing, one of our sheep dogs bolted into the barn, snatch the Infant out of the manger and bolted back out.
To this day, I cherish the memory of Mum chasing Trixie (the dog), while shouting, ‘BRING BACK THAT GODDAM CHRIST CHILD!!’
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
