The Hannah/Smith Christmas Story

Christmas

Christmas. A time of year when little ones can’t wait for Santa Claus to come, making cookies, singing songs by the fireplace, listening to hear reindeer hooves on the roof.  This is a magical time of year for everyone. But this year, the “Christmas Spirit” never arrived at the Hannah residence. Here is the tale about that day. Enjoy the “Classic” tale of  Twas the Night(mare) Before Christmas…

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, yelling, screaming and stirring, “No way I’m going in there!” would even be heard from a mouse.

The stockings were hung on the windows with care, hoping that St. Nicholas will find them once he’s there.

The children were hiding in their beds, while horrid visions of helping with Christmas dinner danced in their heads.

As Corah had her temper tantrum, and I with my wine.  Wanted to just settle down and unwind.

When down in the kitchen there arose such a clatter, I knew better to get up and see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash, I opened the shutters and heard a big crash.  Knowing there was no escape and accepting my defeat, I started going downstairs with trembling feet.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear.  My Mother with a trash can full of beer.  While wearing a sparkly Santa’s hat, So chaotic and quick.  I knew in a moment it was not St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles my Father he came, both whistled and shouted and called each other by their names;

“Now Debco! now Honey! now Debbie! now Steve!”  The kids who were up against the wall, all Dashed Away! Dashed Away! Dashed Away All!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door. The clicking and clacking of heels on the floor. As I took another sip of my wine, and turned around, My Aunt, Uncle and Cousin came in with a bound.

They were dressed in smiles, that quickly turned into frowns, that looked as if they smelled something brown.  For there was no Michelob to be found.

Eyes widened with panic and fear, grabbing the keys, Uncle and I go get beer.

As we get back, to what to my eyes soon appeared?  Dinner wasn’t ready and everyone was here.

Turkey and casseroles were cooking, as people started rubbing their bellies.  Mother started feeding everyone cheese and jellies.

And then a Christmas Miracle was seen! The Turkey and Casseroles were done! Even the one with the wrong green beans.

As I opened the third bottle of wine, soon everyone formed a line.

“Dig In!” Mother shouted, as this time no one ran away, for now Christmas was becoming an okay kind of day.

As everyone started to leave and drove out of sight, the Hannah/Smith family yelled out;

“Merry Christmas to all!  Luby’s next year?”

the end.

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