When I was a line cook Christmas was just another day off. I usually had to work the day after, so didn’t travel anywhere. My mother and sister had moved out of state and I would usually try to see them in January when it was slow in the restaurant business. So I usually spent the day alone drinking cheap beer, eating from whatever restaurant that was open that also delivered, and watching TV. There were times I got invited to celebrate with coworkers or friends but usually chose to feel sorry for myself and stay home. When I was a kid I loved Christmas time, of course, what kid doesn’t? But I loved everything about it, the carols, the TV shows (especially those
Merry Christmas, Mark. There are very few emails I receive where I stop what I am doing and read it right away…your post notification emails are one of them.
Merry Christmas, Mark. There are very few emails I receive where I stop what I am doing and read it right away…your post notification emails are one of them.
Merry Christmas to you and Liz, and thanks for all of your writing. Each notification is like a little gift I can’t wait to open.
Merry Christmas Mark- these stories are a gift!