Monday, December 20, 2010

What kind of Christmas will it be?

If you're Bill Cameron, it could be anything from   

Electrical Fire Christmas, Turkey with Larvae Stuffing Christmas and Aunt Nell’s Affair Revealed Christmas (followed eleven months later by Aunt Nell’s Other Affair Revealed Thanksgiving.) Finally, there’s my mother’s Epoch of Let Us Never Speak of This Again, or what my sister Vicki and I refer to simply as the Year of Danny Coots.

Yes, you want to read the rest of the story. Put down your beverages first.

9 comments:

Sarah W said...

I'm in awe. I now know everything one would ever need to about Aunt Nell, just from a few scattered phrases. Brilliant!

Multicolor Underwear Christmas reminds me of our mother's former habit of buying gifts of Christmas-themed underwear for our significant others. My mother would hide these particular presents until after Christmas dinner, so that my sister and I couldn't put a halt to it.

What was somehow even more disturbing, she always got the sizes right.

steeleweed said...

Hilarious - I've had holidays like that (haven't we all).

BTW: Did you notice his signature line at the bottom?

"Revisions are when you get to get to move the darts onto the bullseye while no one is looking."

Laraine Eddington said...

Loved it. Thanks for the link.

Jan Markley said...

Hilarious! Hope everyone has an (un) eventful Christmas!

Slush said...

Great story and gave me a good laugh. I have similar names for my birthday's.
Christmas is usually a good holiday for me.

Thanks for sharing!

Gypmar said...

Awesome. I think I will now look more fondly on my own My Sister Throws a Coffee Mug at our Step-dad's Head Christmas.

Gretchen said...

Brilliant story! Thanks for sharing. I'm going to have to pass this one on.

christwriter said...

Oh, that sounds a lot like my family's Christmases. We had the Year of the Incredible Amazing China Doll, the Year of the Balloons (used to keep the cats off the tree and/or presents) the simultaneous Year of the Fake Cat Crap, the Year of the Thongs (and I don't mean shoes) ...

I think the best was the year of the snow. When you live in South Texas and it snows on Christmas Eve, the whole damn state shuts down. I think they're STILL selling books of photos from the great snowstorm of '04, where we got about four inches of the stuff and it melted by seven PM. We even went sledding. On the overpasses. Because we don't have hills down here.

laughingwolf said...

holiday blessings to you and yours, janet...