Most people maintain family traditions that go back for generations. But Eric's family structure has been evolving drastically for the past couple of years and little is established for him anymore. My own traditions are changing in synch with his, of course. And it's comforting to know that one tradition in his family continues while he - with my help - is able to out manuver his kids.
That would be the tradition of the Christmas Gifts.
In years past, his kids have been relentless in searching their home for the gifts, and without fail discover what they are receiving well before Christmas. In fact, this job last year was not difficult. Eric hid the gifts in the garage, and Gabby located them almost immediately.
That's all changing this year. Gabby has already announced her intent to find her gifts now and Miles agreed that he would help with the search. The thing is, however, Gabby will not find them. Instead of locating them in his garage, Eric has stored them in my newly cleared hall closet.
Happy hunting kids! :)
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Did you know that song 'Turkey In the Straw' actually has words? Who knew?
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Cosmos has been at his keyboard again. The Dalmatian had not felt like corresponding for quite a while, but then his good friend Michelle started sending him messages. He is inherently polite, so he responded. The communication ultimately led to a message from her today that was directed at the three of us:
Happy Turkey or tofurky day to you, Cosmos and sunny and all of your wonderful family.
Well, Cosmos was a little confused as to what, exactly, Tofurky is, so he asked me. As I explained, he bristled. "Dogs are not in favor of non-meat products," he muttered under his breath for no one in particular to hear. But he put his best paw forward when responding to his holiday greeting.
Tofurky? You're kidding me, right?
Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night!
Thirty posts in thirty days. This is day 27.