By Teodora Vamvu
I fix the misshapen star to the top of the emaciated tree. Multicolored tinsel catches the lights pouring from the living room window as Baby Jesus and cookie-shaped ceramic trinkets dangle precariously from its branches. It looks like a monument of festive bad taste, a Grinch’s dream or a Southern Belle’s worst nightmare. Both Dad and I smile.
“I have something for you, from your mother.”
He hands me a gift wrapped in crinkled silver paper, transparent tape barely holding. I rip it open to reveal the ugliest Christmas sweater.
Oh, Mom. You might be gone, but your humor lives on.
Cute ?
That ? Was an emoticon, actually, ha ha! Such an automatic thing to do
Yes, I have encountered this problem before, trying to use an emoticon only for it to show up like a question mark, ha ha. Thank you kindly!
I really liked this one. A planned-ahead gift from beyond the grave.
Thank you so much!
Touching and funny, which is very hard to accomplish in 101 words. Nicely done!
Thanks a lot for your kind words!
How those who’re gone live in our memories. Nice work
Exactly! Thank you so much.
Lovely 🙂