It was busy this morning at the Hannaford in Belfast, over by a skating pond affectionately known as The Muck. A lady manager in a Christmas-red wool vest with a big smile, shoppers studying the hams and turkeys, a backup at the egg case--guess we were all thinking Christmas breakfast. Kids home for the holidays...you could tell from the proud way the father walked next to the son.
But they were all out of Scotch tape so I got a big roll of packing tape to finish our gifts. I sensed a ripple in the air. By charge or by cash, we were all going to make some wishes come true. Even if they were our own. Good night. The stockings are filled. God bless us everyone.
God rest ye merry! I mean, rest and be merry, alternately or at the same time.
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ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and yours, Nan love alice
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