BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
A NOT SO GOOEY, SYRUPY CHRISTMAS TALE
Christmas is such a warm time of gooey syrupy emotions yet many persons experience just the opposite. Below is my not so gooey, syrupy Christmas story that I just felt like writing. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I submitted it to the Beanery Online Literary Magazine.
I’m sure I’m not alone in finding Christmas a time to look back to simpler times when family and friends gathered ‘round the hearth after a turkey dinner, pumpkin pie and cranberries.
Of course, I really don’t remember the hearth. I just remember a crappy fake fire place with some kind of red bulb and propeller that was supposed to go ‘round and flicker. Yea, that sure fooled me.
But I could be thankful for a good turkey dinner. Well it wasn’t really turkey—it was meat loaf made with mystery meat. The mashed potatoes were lumpy. And forget the pie, let alone pumpkin pie. I mean really, Grandma, was that too much to ask? Just one dinner that wasn’t meat loaf?
Forget the fireplace and turkey. We still had each other. I mean, I remember sitting on Grandpa’s lap and noticing one light was missing from the string of colored bulbs.
“Does that socket have electricity in it ?” I asked grandpa.
“Put your finger in it,” he said. So I did.
You know I can still feel those fifteen Amps at 120 volts! Ole Grandpa laughed at that! Yea great fun for you old coot! You nearly electrocuted me on Christmas and that’s funny!?
Yes, the fond memories of Christmas and family.
I’m sure you dear reader have stories to tell as well.
Not to put a damper on the Christmas season, the Beanery Writers Group members invite you to share your not so gooey, syrupy stories in the comment box below.
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