. . . . . and we’re speeding into the New Year’s holiday. Let’s all hope that the course is a safe one. Christmas was almost drama free, so generally a nice day. I called my friends from other states and countries yesterday and this morning, a tradition for me that I truly love. It’s always nice hearing their voices.
This year I did something on a spur of the moment that gave me a nice feeling. Ed called me to tell me of Ryan’s Christmas wish, told to a mall Santa Clause, of getting a garbage truck for Christmas. Ed thought I would enjoy the story. Well, I did enjoy the story and I went online and found a truck for $15 and had it wrapped for another $5, wrote up a card and signed it Santa Clause. Free shipping made it a $20 gift to a kid whose parents are split. When I talked to Ed yesterday he told me that the truck was the last thing Ryan opened and looking at the wrapped package he said “I hope that this is my garbage truck, Santa promised.” When Ryan saw the truck he was speechless. Ed claims that the truck hasn’t left his side since he opened it. Another garbageman is born.
Anyway, that’s my Christmas story.