A Christmas Tradition

My sister and I have Christmas in Africa every year.

Then we find whatever we can to substitute for a big, ice blue feather before melding into the classic White Christmas favorite “Sisters.”

Lord to help the mister
Who comes between me and my sister.
And Lord help the sister
Who comes between me and my man!

I look at Jamie’s husband Gary and shake my finger. Jamie does a good job of shaming my invisible boyfriend who will be taking the imaginary form of Ryan Gosling this year. Mama toasts us with her second mimosa, wishing we’d invite her into the holiday act, Gary rolls his eyes and Daddy turns the TV up to drown out the madness.

I can’t wait.


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