BedPans and Walther P38s

(The conclusion) The families were leaving, and I was informed by unanimous consensus I was to send a screenshot prior to all purchases for their children. My four-year-old self’s inner monologue screamed, “You’re not the boss of me.” Instead, I shouted that I wasn’t in an assisted living home yet and asked, “What’s next? TakingContinue reading “BedPans and Walther P38s”

Bedpans and Walther P38s Part 3

Part Three of a Family Christmas Past The moment the kids had waited for 365 days arrived. I beamed at my family­­–– mostly for the expectant joy on all faces. I donned my Santa hat and began dispersing gifts. The family rule was to wait until everyone had all their gifts piled at their side.Continue reading “Bedpans and Walther P38s Part 3”

Walther P38s and Bedpans

Bedpans and Walther P38s (A Christmas to Remember) Part One *A short story that is loosely based on true events of Christmases past: 90 percent pure fiction. Many people escape via expensive out-of-the-country vacations or by weekend get-a-ways. Some escape by watching movies or by playing games. Me? I Amazon. I’m addicted to seeing thatContinue reading “Walther P38s and Bedpans”