So, here I sit, sipping on a cocktail, listening to the silence... Well, not silence, as Leslie is watching Prisoner of Azkaban. But still, without the kids, the house is a bit quiet. That is in no way a good thing. For the first time in my life, the kids are both gone. Gone-gone. Not gone for good, just gone to college. But still, gone is gone. So tonight, the first night of our empty nest, I'll be burying my woe in a mixture of flavored vodka and limoncello and crushed strawberry and lemonade, served over ice. ::sigh::
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
1 year ago
1 Comments:
Wish I was there with you, bro!
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