A True Christmas Story…

As everyone is looking at, enjoying, and hopefully not having to return their Christmas presents, I hope we are cognizant of one of the best gifts of all…the memories and stories of a wonderful time with family and friends.  This story is one of the best, it is totally true, and yes, the names have been changed to protect the innocent…and some of the guilty.  And NO!, I am not the guilty one.

So after a great afternoon and evening of opening presents at my wife Christi’s grandparent’s home in Rochester, NY someone whispered to my wife Christi, “I stopped up the toilet”.  My wife lovingly whispered it was ok; it would be taken care of by someone.  Within minutes people started disappearing from the living room where everyone was gathered.  My wife’s parents were rushing back and forth and then we heard my father in-law yell out “Emergency, emergency!”   Some of us tried to act casual, as if nothing happened, so as not to alarm some of the other family members that were gathered.

Some of the younger generation left to view the damage that had been done.  They came back into the living room and began texting to each other stories of the fountain of water that was shooting out of the toilet bowl.  The water began to pile up in the bathroom and people dashed to save carpets and other items from floating out of the bathroom into the hallway.  Those of us still in the living room tried to continue with idle conversations and mindless questions to ensure the few who were unaware remained unaware.  Once some of the family members started to catch on that something was afoot, we did the only thing we could think to do…we blamed the dog.  We said the dog had gotten sick on the carpet and everyone was rushing around to ensure the new carpet was not stained.

In the meantime my wife’s uncle was carrying buckets of water out of the bathroom to the front door to dump in the yard.  Some family members were dispatched downstairs to assess the water damage to the bathroom and family room below.  All of the plush towels in the house were used to clean up the muddy (yes muddy) toilet water.  This of course led to the need for brand new towels as no one wanted to use the old ones no matter how many times they had been washed.

When everything was said and done the toilet and bathroom were unusable for a few days, the damage to the ceiling downstairs was minimal and we were left with a story that we have already recounted at least 25 different times over the last 3 days.

The moral of this story?  Well, there are many.  First, every story, whether good or bad will translate to a memory and every memory should be cherished if you can find anything good in it.  Second, every moment with family and friends should be cherished no matter what.  Finally, and this is the most important, always always always bring your own towels…well, just because.

Got a great Christmas story?  Share it here, can’t wait to hear it!

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4 Responses to “A True Christmas Story…”

  1. What a fantastic article. I really enjoy reading these kinds or articles. I can’t wait to see what others have to say.

  2. Does it give any better than this!?! As a full-time writer myself is always good to read such a well written and well thought out content.

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