Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.

This is from a blog I follow….if it doesn’t warm your heart…..you need to check to make sure you have one….

Mangina Monologues

My mother invited my father over for Christmas lunch yesterday. My father accepted the invitation and we all sat down to a big steak dinner in the dining room of my childhood home.

It was the first time we have all been in the same room together since my college graduation in 1991.

And… it was a lovely meal.

Allow me to fill in some background details, so the picture becomes clearer:

My dad divorced my mom in 1988 so that he could take up with a younger, richer woman. This woman became my step mom, and then ex-step mom as of about two years ago when she divorced my dad to take up with someone younger and richer.

Karma.

Anyway, ever since the divorce, my parents really haven’t had much to say to each other, obviously. Or had really any reason to see each other. They live 10 minutes…

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