Note: Those of you who have been with me for a while know that I have certain stories that I re-share during the holidays. This is the first of several that you will see (re-see?) over the next few days as I spend less time with the blog and more time with family and friends. Enjoy.
Momma: “Lucille, get away from the fireplace. We live in the projects, you don’t know what might fall out of there.”
Lucille: “But Momma, it’s Christmas Eve. Santa is coming!”
Momma: “Santa? Baby Girl, Santa doesn’t know where we live. We’re on welfare.”
Lucille: “That’s not true. If you are good and kind and don’t kill anybody, Santa will bring you a present for Christmas.”
Momma: “Well, Santa is very busy. Sometimes he can’t get to all the houses.”
Lucille: “But I want to know what he thought about me, if I was good or bad.”
Momma, pausing in her scrubbing of the sink that always looked dingy: “Oh. Well, honey, I’m sure he thinks you’re a wonderful little girl, just like I do. But maybe he won’t be able to tell you that just right now.”
Lucille: “Oh, I know he’ll tell me. Come sit with me, Momma. Let’s wait together.”
Momma, setting the sponge aside and rinsing her hands: “We do have a few cookies in the jar. I suppose I could put them on a plate.”
Lucille: “And milk! He needs a glass of milk. I didn’t have any for dinner just in case.”
Momma: “Yes, we do have extra milk and… well, let me get this all ready.” Momma tinkered a bit and then sat down beside Lucille with a few modest treasures. “I think this should do.”
Lucille: “It’s perfect! I know he’ll like it.”
Momma, hesitant: “But, Baby Girl, sometimes what you hope for is not what you get.”
Lucille smiled: “I just got it.”
Previously published in “Crusty Pie” and “Bonnywood Manor”. No changes made.
Categories: Holidays
Bonnywood Manor 
So sweet thanks for sharing friend xo
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I was happy to do so. I love this one…
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Awww… dagnabbit! You done made me cry😢😍
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But a warm cry, yes? We need those every once in a while…
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Lovely post, Brian. ❤️
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Thank you, Lynette.
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Merry Christmas, Brian, even though you did just fill my eyes with tears…guilty ones, sad ones, happy ones. Bravo for the writing, for the feeling, for the caring.
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Thank you, Sarah. The holidays just do this to me…
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I know the feeling!! : )
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So beautiful, Brian! You know, my kids are in their teens and we still leave milk and cookies for Santa.
Although I read that in some places he gets whiskey or various spirits… 😉
Merry Christmas!!
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Whiskey, eh? Sounds like Santa might be making an international pub crawl. And that might explain whey Rudolph’s nose is red…
Merry Christmas to you as well!
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Perfect ending, 🙂
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As endings should be… 😉
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Ah, the simple things.
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Indeed.
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😢
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❤
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Peace. The gift that keeps on giving. Blessed Yuletide Brian and a Christmas that is merry and bright!!
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And the same to you as well, Sister!
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Merry Christmas, Brian!
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Thank you kindly. Feliz Navidad!
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Awwwww ♥ Merry Christmas, my friend.
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And the same to you and yours, mi amiga.
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❤️
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❤❤
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Aw… I love this one! Merry Christmas Brian!
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Merry Christmas, Cathi/Christi! 😉
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Holy crap
You have a sweet side!
This is a very very lovely post, Brian, and I mean that sincerely. 😘
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Thanks, Ilene. And you already knew I had a sweet side. Admit it, you could sense it underneath all my crusty bitterness… 😉
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