|Be Sure Your Grin Will Find You Out (standard:humor, 899 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Dec 09 2018||Views/Reads: 315/155||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Once in a while I get a Christmas present to beat all Christmas presents. This year was one of those “once in a while’s.”|
Christmas is a wonderful time of the year and I appreciate it so very much. I recognize I'm difficult to purchase presents for because I have my books, my pens, what else do I really need? Once in a while I get a Christmas present to beat all Christmas presents. This year was one of those “once in a while's.” It's a pretty well known fact that the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and myself differs when it comes to culinary likes and dislikes. How we got along for so many years is truly a miracle, I suppose. She, for example, loves vegetables, particularly broccoli. (Excuse me, I need to go and wash out my mouth.) On the other side of the table, I love Apple Fritters. (Excuse me, I need to relish the thought of an apple fritter.) Throughout the year, she tries tricking me into eating vegetables. I'll take so much, but then I draw a line in the sand. That sand sometimes gets a little disheveled and I know who is disheveling it. I have tried to tell her that a good mother will make Apple Fritters for her family. She dismisses that and says quite emphatically, “No good mother will ever do anything of that nature. A good mother will make vegetables for their family.” And so the “discussion” goes on and on. We were watching the news as they were reporting on the funeral of the 41st President of the United States. Someone was giving some kind of a eulogy concerning that president and said something that caught my attention. According to this eulogy, the 41st President hated broccoli. Let me repeat that, he hated broccoli, as well as all other vegetables. I looked at my wife and said, “I'm in good company.” She just dismissed that and went on with her work in the kitchen. I grinned a lot and relished the moment. I just don't get too many moments like that. Then, something wonderful happened. Christmas cards were coming from family members all over the place. I think people send an early Christmas card to make sure we will return a Christmas card. I was opening the Christmas cards and came to one that made my Christmas the delight that it has become. Some of my wife's sisters were sending her throughout the year recipes from their mother in their mother's own handwriting. I didn't take much note to that because I'm not allowed in the kitchen to do any cooking. Very nonchalantly, I was opening these Christmas cards and then I came upon “the” Christmas card. I noticed it was from my wife's sister and as I opened it, there was a little card inside that made my life a true joy. The sister was sending in her Christmas card one of their mother's recipes written in their mother's own hand. You will never guess what the recipe was in that card! When I opened it up, I could not believe my eyes. My eyes have fooled me quite a bit down through the years, but this time I had to rub them several times in order to believe what I was seeing. There in their mother's own handwriting was her recipe for “Apple Fritters.” I had it in my wife's mother's own handwriting. You can hardly imagine my joy. There is no Christmas joy equal to the joy I felt looking at this recipe. Now, how was I going to present this to my wife and get all the benefit out of it? Click here to read the rest of this story (39 more lines)
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