a lot like Christmas

My sister Peetie and I called our brother Patrick on Christmas Day to say "Merry Christmas."

After chitchatting a bit, he asked me, "so is Dad with you?"

Now, Peetie and I don't live on the other side of town or even in the suburbs of Memphis, Tennessee, anymore.

We live in Narragansett, Rhode Island, which is approximately 1,400 miles away from him.

(That's like a million kilometers for you Canadians and Europeans.)

"What?! What do you mean, 'is Dad with you?' What kind of question is that?"

Patrick said he hadn't been able to track him down all evening and that his truck wasn't in the driveway. He had a feeling that Dad, the consummate bargain-hunter, had bought a plane ticket on some last minute fare sale.

Meanwhile, Mom, who lives in Charlestown, South Carolina (about 1,100 miles from us), wouldn't give us a straight answer about anything, let alone Dad's coordinates.

We'd ask her how the weather was and she'd respond, "weather? What do you mean by that? That has so many implications."

They showed up yesterday morning while I was waitressing (that's right, kids, I'm hard core and hit the ground running).

It finally felt like Christmas.

betholindo at 9:45 a.m.

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