A family had moved to Seattle from Texas, and each of them missed their old home. That December, when they went to pick up their first-grade son from school, his teacher told them about a conversation she overheard.
One boy said, “We’re Catholic, and we are going to Christmas Mass.”
“Were Jewish,” said another child. “And we’re going to have a Hanukkah celebration.
“Madison chimed in, “We’re Texans, and we’re going to have a barbecue.”
At first sight we knew it was the perfect Christmas tree. Tall and full, with no bare spots. Even our grown children were impressed.
“Wow,” said my son, “if you didn’t know it was real, it could easily pass as artificial.”
I made the mistake of telling my husband that an early symptom of Covid is loss of smell.
He’s taken to passing gas in my vicinity and then, when I react, informing me he is helpfully performing a “health check.”
He taught the children the technique.
I may divorce him.